"Damn it! All units, listen to me! Everyone within a hundred-meter radius, focus fire on the Nether King! Once he's dead, the rest of these guys will be like headless flies—they won't stand a chance!"
The one giving orders was Kane, leader of the Lion Mercenary Corps. Hiding behind more than a dozen of his men, he shouted commands through a bullhorn.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Zhou Fan no longer cared if his Li Hen Sword could block bullets. He just poured his Inner Strength into the blade, swinging it relentlessly. As he cut down every enemy that approached and parried the endless stream of bullets, a semi-circular barrier of Sword Qi gradually formed around him.
But this Sword Qi was different. Normally, Sword Qi would dissipate the moment it was unleashed. This barrier, however, seemed bound to Zhou Fan, protecting him no matter how he moved or jumped.
