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"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."
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Then, a terrifying scene unfolded.
Countless iron balls, carrying scorching breaths, whizzed overhead.
Could they truly be so fast? Could their momentum really be so astonishing?
If one were struck by these iron balls, I fear a dozen people would be shattered.
Yan Mo felt his scalp tingle. Did Suo Lun have some secret weapon again?
Capable of hitting targets three miles away? A frightening three miles!
And by the looks of it, it was much farther than just three miles!
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."
Nearly two hundred red-hot iron balls whizzed past the skies above the Rock Demon Fleet.
At a distance of one thousand five hundred meters, once the artillery entered a mature and steady firing state, the hit rate could reach about seventy to eighty percent.
But in order to reach this mature, and steady firing state, at least a dozen shots of warming up and adjustment were required.
