This...
The dreamlike appearance and bone-chilling cold had already been tempered by what Amira and the others had encountered earlier. They'd built up a certain resistance.
But "Dark Moon" had once again demonstrated its power to create something from nothing, and it left them deeply shaken all over again.
It was an empty gun, yet it could unleash an attack like that. For a moment, everyone but Simon stopped in their tracks, their eyes following the frost spear as it whistled away.
It didn't fly far. After only a few meters, it seemed to strike an invisible target, well within the weapon's apparent range.
A crisp cracking sound rang out. The spear shattered piece by piece, and white frost spread in its wake.
At the same time, two more holes appeared in Fu Qian's body.
It seemed his opponent still had enough strength to strike back.
Even so, nothing suspicious could be seen in the fog, now thickened by the spreading frost.
The only disturbance was a greatsword wreathed in leaden flames.
Simon finally arrived and attacked without hesitation.
But something else was faster than he was: another streak of cold light shot ahead of him, scattering white frost once more.
When the greatsword finally swept through that patch of empty space, the powerful blow met no resistance at all. It had merely cut through the air.
Whoosh—
Only then did Fu Qian lower his gun and blow across its muzzle.
He hadn't meant to steal Simon's kill. Like the weapons carried by Lafa and the others, this pistol had an unusual design—two barrels, one on either side.
To demonstrate the rigor of Dark Moon's blessing, after firing just now, he'd smoothly pulled the second trigger as well.
The result was two frost spears, one after the other—in essence,