Feng Lin did not deliberately intend to cripple him.
This type of small firearm is ineffective as a deterrent against someone in the Tempering Realm.
Firstly, the bullets are too small; secondly, there are too few of them.
Unlike a Gatling gun, which fires dozens or hundreds of rounds in a second.
If Feng Lin had attacked Yi Fan's arm or body, he could have, at most, injured him.
But attacking this spot was different.
The defense here was almost zero.
"Ah!"
Just a second ago, Yi Fan had been scoffing, as he was already in the Great Achievement Realm.
But the next second, he turned pale, shrieking tragically.
Thud!
Yi Fan, clutching the injured area, fell to the ground and rolled around, "You little brat! How dare you... Ah!"
The pain that wracked his entire body made Yi Fan tremble.
"What wouldn't I dare do?"
Feng Lin walked up to Yi Fan, grabbed him by the neck with one hand, and started dragging him towards the edge of the cylinder.
"What are you doing?"
