This pitch-black bullet was completely indistinguishable among countless dense trajectories.
Its appearance took Luo Qiuhong completely by surprise.
As it was about to hit the back of her head, Han Zhan appeared behind her.
With a slight convergence of his hands, a pitch-black vortex appeared in front of him.
Void Origin, Devour!
With a buzzing sound, that stray bullet disappeared into the black vortex.
However, immediately afterward, Han Zhan's expression changed dramatically. He spread his hands wide, reversing the direction of the black vortex.
The bullet swallowed by the Void Origin shot out again, except it appeared slightly duller without any signs of being devoured!
"Fall back first." Han Zhan grabbed Luo Qiuhong, pulling them both further back, creating distance from Chen Dubei.
"The bullets in his gun are forged from divine corpses. Their strength exceeds what we can withstand."
