These weren't some motley crew. They were genuine bounty hunters, the real high-end goods.
But at the focal point of the bombardment, Abyss's figure had vanished once more. He had never pinned his hopes on those motley cannons, so with a sweep of his yellow robe, he had already shot away.
Silently skimming through space and charging forward at breakneck speed, Abyss's Incantation Spirit Body flew through the vacuum at supersonic speed, flashing along the veins of the asteroids like a venomous snake stalking in for a surprise strike.
But a device clearly captured his trajectory.
"Arrogant and headstrong, advances but never retreats, blows up like a firecracker at the slightest spark, and exterminates anyone who shows hostility—just as expected. He's the type of pampered young master who's never been properly beaten." The Black Armored Man lurked in an asteroid crater. The inner screen of his visor displayed complex information, several markers firmly locking onto Abyss's figure.
The man licked his lips and pulled the trigger again. "Then let me give you a proper beating!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—blue-white beams streaked across the vacuum. When he pulled the trigger, it was naturally not just one gun firing, but a prearranged firepower array. Psychic energy linked the electromagnetic waves; every weapon followed his command, remained under his control, and benefited from his attribute bonuses.
The barrage was fast and ruthless, sweeping through space like a waterfall as it continued its devastating cleanup strike against the bandits' broken scrap metal.
But those blue-white cascades of light were merely a smokescreen meant to draw the eye. The true killing move was the gun in his hand.
Bongbongbong.
Ripples spread out as shooting stars flew from the muzzle.
Among the countless blue-white streaks, the equally blue-white shooting stars were utterly inconspicuous. The same bullet speed,