The sound of bullets echoed through the air, but the swift movement of a shadow of violet seemed to cut through them all.
Sylas directly ignored bullets that came from handguns. They glanced off and crashed against his Scorpion Warlord Armor, unable to make the slightest dent.
His base Constitution was 760. With his Flesh Mastery Scorpion Warlord Armor, it was 2760. With the Scorned Wraps, it was over 5500… and that didn't include the 1500 Defense he gained from his Glass Aether skin.
Normal guns were unable to harm him.
Rifle and sniper bullets certainly could…
If they could touch him.
Sylas was worse than a moving target. One might want to call him as fluid as water and as free as wind. But even nature wasn't so erratic.
