The darts flew toward the Gatling gun's fire control system, barrel, and the surveillance cameras in the passageway.
Though he had a gun, at times like this, bullets might not match the speed and killing power of the darts he threw.
Before Li Ang landed, the darts he hurled had already successfully destroyed the targets.
But in that very instant, more than a dozen bullets had hit Li Ang.
There was no helping it, the firepower of these weapons was formidable, and they were electronically controlled, leaving almost no room for evasion.
The bad news was, getting hit hurt—a medley of blues and purples bloomed on his skin—the good news was, there was no blood.
In fact, at this point, Li Ang had realized that under the enhancement of various characteristics, his body had long surpassed the category of carbon-based life forms. Even many high-strength alloys might not catch up with the toughness of his skin.
