HUM!
The sound of the gun barrels vibrating the air had yet to completely fade when the bullets of the eighth round erupted.
WHIZZ! WHIZZ! WHIZZ—!
Unlike the whistling of the previous rounds, this time the sound of the air being rent apart had a sharp, tearing quality.
The bullets' speed had suddenly jumped by more than a single level.
Each one transformed into a glimmer of light that the naked eye couldn't possibly follow, coming down like a torrential storm with terrifying penetrative power.
In an instant, they wove two nets of destruction over the two men. The density and speed of the assault nearly surpassed the limits of a Momentum Realm Martial Artist's Spiritual Sense.
Du Yun's expression suddenly tightened, the veins on his forehead bulging.
Even with his eyes squeezed shut, his brow furrowed deeply from the excessive mental concentration.
