When the muzzle pressed against the Death Image's neck, the skin at the point of contact immediately hardened, as if reacting to a stress response.
Eye of Ash could clearly see the patterns inside the stone becoming orderly, even forming a stable structure in which multiple triangles were interconnected.
I can't penetrate it!
Even though the round loaded in the barrel was an armor-piercing bullet imbued with Evil Sun properties—the best type the firearms factory could produce—Yi Chen's instincts told him that it couldn't pierce the Death Image's skin.
But there was no time to think. He had to make a decision quickly.
The Abyssal Death Image's two palms had already changed direction and were sweeping toward his shoulders. Even the slightest hesitation and delay would crush Yi Chen into minced meat like a mosquito being swatted.
"Little Grape!"
A loud shout... Ding! The magazine came loose.
A perfectly processed armor-piercing bullet was flung into the air. Yi Chen caught it tightly in his right hand and raised it to its highest point, glancing back at Vivian floating in the air at the same time.
As a battle-hardened Death Plague Knight, Vivian immediately understood what Yi Chen meant. He had obtained such a good opportunity to attack at close range, yet instead of attacking at once, he had chosen to pinch some strange metal in his hand.
Vivian's main mouth and two secondary mouths chanted an ancient language at the same time.
"Strengthen!"
Her words became law.
The bullet in Yi Chen's hand seemed to be held up by countless tiny arms. Even tiny palm lines covered the bottom of the bullet.
At that moment,
the shadow of the Death Image's palm had already covered Yi Chen and was about to descend.
Load the round, disengage the safety, pull the