Rat-a-tat-tat!
A barrage of gunfire erupted, bullets once again flying in every direction.
By now, most of the Golden Curly-Haired Man's people had entered within two hundred meters of Qin Shaofeng.
With his Spiritual Sense able to fully lock onto those people, Qin Shaofeng did not need to aim at all. Even when he simply swept his machine gun by hand, nearly every shot found its mark.
Moreover, with his Spiritual Sense spread out, whenever a bullet came flying toward him, Qin Shaofeng only needed to flicker aside to easily dodge them all.
Then, an exceedingly bizarre scene unfolded on the battlefield.
More than eighty people were spraying bullets at one man. Many of them carried machine guns, and the barrage was practically a carpet bombardment.
Yet bizarrely, no matter how many bullets those eighty-plus people fired, they could not hit their target.
Meanwhile, the one man opposite them held a machine gun in his hands. Once he opened fire, virtually every shot struck true.
Though not every person was hit in a vital spot, quite a few still fell to the ground dead under that barrage.
In just a few minutes, more than eighty people had been reduced by half. There were not even fifty left.
When they suddenly realized this, the Golden Curly-Haired Man and the others felt their hearts pound in terror.
There were so many of them, while their opponent was only one man. Just now, they had clashed head-on.
Yet not only was their opponent completely unscathed, he had even killed another forty-odd of their men.
This was fucking terrifying.
At once, several of the more timid survivors broke down from fear. Babbling incoherently, they actually turned and ran, no longer daring to continue.
"God, that man isn't human. He's a devil!"
"A devil! He