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Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The pistol's muzzle flashed as the casings fell to the ground in rapid succession, bullets raining down like a tempest, clinking as they hit the ground.
Li Yan's feet were surrounded by shattered chunks of ice, and the blue Gang Dou in front of him with phoenix patterns was rippled by the bullets.
This living corpse known as "Winter Yak" managed to empty all the bullets from the TT-33 pistol in just two breaths, yet still hadn't even touched a single hair on Li Yan. However, she showed no reaction and began to efficiently reload the magazine.
Li Yan had been working on unraveling the nylon rope hammer from his wrist, and by now he had unwound about three to four coils, allowing the dark hammerhead to hang at his waist.
Szzz~
Szzz~
The overhead light began to flicker, indicating a poor connection.
Winter Yak and Li Yan faced off with each other in the flickering light and darkness.
