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"Formation Method! Formation Method!"
Jiang Ding's expression was cold and detached as he took off the half-magic-tool heavy machine gun from his back, pulled the bolt, found an angle that wouldn't cause the bullets to ricochet, and pressed the trigger.
"No formation is harder than a Bullet of Breaking Magic Steel!"
Bang, Bang!
The muzzle emitted light blue smoke and fire, and indeed, thin threads of blood appeared on the Taiqing Spirit Iron mine, feeling the grave threat and converging into a web to pounce on the Bullet of Breaking Magic Steel.
The spiritual light shattered, and the blood was speckled, pierced through.
These blood threads were exceptionally sharp and resilient, but they were nothing in front of the half-magic-tool heavy machine gun bullets.
However,
Jiang Ding looked around the seemingly empty surroundings of the Taiqing Spirit Iron mine and furrowed his brows.
Bang, Bang!
A few more shots, and the emerging blood threads were shattered.
