That night, the stillness of Linhai City was penetrated by the sound of a dragon's roar.
A burning pyrotechnic lit up the city's nightscape, which, though clearly the booming of a bullet leaving its barrel, resembled an ancient dragon awakening from slumber, angrily bellowing at the world in an extremely incensed manner.
It was accompanied by terrifying celestial phenomena, as the night sky seemed to be illuminated by an apocalyptic fire so bright it vaporized the falling blizzard into mist in an instant, destroyed the thunder-bearing clouds, leaving behind only a swath of crimson fire clouds, akin to a dragon spanning tens of thousands of miles.
The cold of winter was dispelled in a moment, the temperature of the entire city skyrocketed from below zero to nearly fifty degrees in an instant, such was the terrifying force of the intense heat and drought!
This was merely the by-product of the bullet Long Que had shot.
And he had compressed the output of its power to the extreme.
