He suppressed the fear in his heart and frenziedly pulled the trigger in his hands, unleashing a barrage of bullets toward the youth wielding a long sword.
There's no escape, he can't be killed, everyone will die.
But as he saw that no matter how many bullets were fired, they could never truly touch the man, the bald man felt utter despair.
How could he be so strong...
How could even such heavy gunfire fail to deal with him?
Why was Zhao defeated by him in an instant?
Why did I have to confront such a monster?
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"
The bald man howled in despair.
The youth with the sword dropped from the sky, arriving in front of him.
Staring at the figure in the air, the bald man's eyes widened and his pupils constricted.
He saw a pair of silver eyes that carried no hint of emotion, exuding a contempt as if he had never considered them worthy from the very beginning.
The elongated silver-white sword swung toward him.
Time seemed to slow down.
