All these laser beams, unlike the normal physical bullets, traveled at the speed of light. As soon as it was launched at a nearby target, it was already considered a hit. It was the fastest kind of weapon in the world, so the commanding officer reckoned the Lord must be dead.
There was a nasty grin on Meng Hui's face once he put down his weapons. However, his satisfaction did not last too long as a gun was already pointed at him from the back. "What are you smiling at?" Gu Xijiu asked nonchalantly.
Meng Hui was at a loss for words. Anxiously, he tried to turn away, but his body was trembling uncontrollably. In the blink of an eye, he could feel something cold against his wrists. A sharp pain made him realize that he could no longer feel his hands. In fact, they were now on the floor.
