"Damn it, how did it suddenly stop working? It was fine just a moment ago."
Xia Kai sprinted wildly while cursing loudly.
White streams of air sprayed from the sneakers he was wearing, clearly another kind of item.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, he heard a noise from behind and immediately ducked his head without hesitation.
"Bang!"
A loud gunshot sounded, and a silver bullet passed through where Xia Kai's head had just been, hitting a tombstone ahead.
The stone tombstone split open explosively, missing a corner.
"Shit!"
Xia Kai couldn't help but curse softly.
With that kind of power, if it hit him, to put it nicely, wouldn't it smash him to pieces?
If the flintlock guns in the hands of Napoleon's Firearms Soldiers had this power, they wouldn't just have conquered Europe—all of Antarctica would be theirs.
