By the Blood Pool, the withered old man suddenly opened his eyes.
A thumb-sized hole appeared four or five meters away from him, its depths unseen.
"What is this?"
Uncertainty mixed with intense alarm arose within his Divine Soul.
This unheard-of phenomenon exceeded his understanding. In a brief moment of uncertainty, he instinctively strengthened his mana shield and scanned his surroundings continuously with his Divine Sense.
His hands formed a spell, readying an attack-and-defense magic that could be launched at any moment.
"Calibration complete."
Jiang Ding muttered, pulling the trigger of the half magic tool heavy machine gun once again.
Ratatatat...
Flames spewed from the gun's muzzle, deafening gunshots shattering his Contraction Technique, the light visible for dozens of meters.
Five, ten, fifty rounds!
Amid rapid fire, a half belt of ammunition was emptied in a matter of seconds.
"Five Ghosts Blood Cloud Escape! Quickly!"
