In the rain of bullets, a figure slowly walked over.
Although there were bullets flying around and grenades exploding from time to time, they still couldn't stop the figure from approaching.
Around his body, there was a looming protective barrier that blocked every bullet that hit him. From time to time, it would even cause ripples.
The ripples were filled with tiny runes, as if they were the codes that formed the world, blocking the attacks of the bullets and fragments.
Its eyes were wide open. Although it had been separated from its body, it was still gritting its teeth.
On the ground not far away, there was a strong body with nothing above the neck.
"Brat, if you're not dead, then squeak."
A voice rang out, causing caster's heart to skip a beat. He opened his eyes abruptly.
He saw a young man wearing a strange style of armor. He was handsome and mighty.
