Rat-a-tat-tat!
A barrage of gunfire erupted, bullets once again flying everywhere.
By now, most of Golden Curly-Haired Man's group had entered within two hundred meters of Qin Shaofeng.
With his Divine Sense able to fully lock onto those people, Qin Shaofeng had no need to aim at all. Even when sweeping with the machine gun in his hands, nearly every shot found its mark.
Moreover, with his Divine Sense spread out, whenever a bullet was about to hit him, Qin Shaofeng only needed to flash aside to effortlessly evade every shot.
Then, an exceedingly bizarre scene unfolded on the battlefield.
More than eighty men were spraying bullets at a single person, and many of them wielded machine guns. It was practically a carpet bombardment of gunfire.
Yet strangely, no matter how many bullets those eighty-plus men fired, none could hit their target.
Meanwhile, that one person held a machine gun and swept it across them, every shot striking true.
Though not every bullet hit a vital point, quite a few people still fell dead under that barrage.
In just a few minutes, more than eighty people had been reduced to half their number—not even fifty remained.
When Golden Curly-Haired Man and the others suddenly noticed this, their hearts pounded in terror.
There were so many of them, while the other side was just one person. And moments ago, they had confronted each other head-on.
Yet not only was their opponent completely unharmed, he had even killed more than forty of their men.
This was fucking terrifying.
At once, several of the more timid survivors broke down in fright. Babbling incoherently, they actually turned and ran, no longer daring to continue.
"God, that man isn't human—he's a demon!"
"A demon! He killed so many of us, and we can't kill him