A car horn suddenly blared. No one could understand what it was yelling, but everyone could tell its curses were filthy.
But no one cared what it was cursing anymore.
A nightmare-like sound rang out beside Lou Feng's ear once more.
Put-put-put-put-put—
It was as if the shadow of that old dung truck had returned, accompanied by that rhythmic, piercing roar, plunging Lou Feng into suffocation and enveloping him once again in the shadows of the past.
Only this time, what rushed towards him was no longer that indescribable Tidal Wave, but a terrifying flash as dazzling as exploding stars.
They were not merely conventional steel-core bullets. Mixed among them were numerous mercury warheads enchanted with Little An's sword aura, bursting into brilliant flashes the instant they left the barrel.
As Little Cow and Horse swayed wildly, countless bullets poured from the muzzle in an instant, almost forming an unbroken line of fire that swept forward with savage force.
Four hundred years later, this empty, shattered hall was once again greeted by torrential rain and raging wind, rapidly cracking and weathering beneath the storm.
In his haste, Lou Feng instinctively raised a Spiritual Substance shield.
Then, immediately afterward, he experienced... what it meant for a bratty girl to fight a black man. His eyes rolled back at once, his ability overloaded, and he nearly collapsed from a single barrage.
No matter how ineffective the Spiritual Substance shield was, it had at least bought him a brief instant.
The alchemical equipment on his wrist flashed, and the Ice-Iron Wall rose from the ground once more like an iron barricade. Roars rang without end as stark white cracks appeared and spread across it.
At least it had blocked it...
Before Lou Feng's cold sweat could even fall, just as he instinctively tried