Lu Yuan felt helpless, finding himself akin to an illiterate as he directly handed the Small high gun to Old Cat.
Old Cat's claws spilled the sand in flurry, burying the tricycle in the sand and mounting the Small high gun on top of it. After meticulously maintaining it, it then made a gesture indicating "please."
Lu Yuan aimed in the direction and yanked the rope.
"Three, two, one, fire!"
A thunderous boom resounded, vibrating his head with a buzzing noise, as if a thousand temples' great bells were tolling in unison.
The shell traced an arc through the sky and landed with precise accuracy.
"Boom!!"
A small mushroom cloud rose, whipping up a fierce wind.
The next second, his hearing recovered by eighty percent, and he heard the explosion of the shell and the wails of the insect.
The bark of the Demon was indeed terrifyingly hard; it only splattered into fine debris under the bombardment of the shell.
