The Real Target

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three more shots rang out in quick succession. The sleeping Ju Mang's head jerked, and under the bullets' impact, nearly half his skull was blown off, bits of brain matter spattering across the ground.

It all happened too quickly, too suddenly. From the first bullet to the fourth, from Ju Mang and Deep Sea Terror falling asleep to the headshot, the entire process took less than two seconds.

The Saints present did not even see the bullets' trajectories. With their eyesight, they should have been able to easily track the bullets' paths.

Xia Zuo and the others were both bewildered and shocked. The joy had not even faded from their faces. No one had expected a peak level-six Saint to die so quickly, without even the slightest chance to resist.

In less than two seconds, a legendary Beast King had died on the spot and returned to the Spirit Realm!

Xia Zuo and the others stiffly turned toward the source of the shots. The shooter was Cocktail, the tall, thin young man with extremely disproportionate features. He held a black, large-caliber hunting rifle half-raised.

Smoke still curled from its muzzle.

The Disorderly One gave a "Heh." "I've been waiting for you for a long time. If you die beneath the night, the Beast King's passive ability can't activate."

He turned the barrel aside and casually blew at the smoke.

To ensure they could kill Ju Mang, the Free Covenant had prepared two trump cards. One of them was in his hands, but it was not this hunting rifle. The rifle was merely an ordinary firearm; the real weapon was the bullet that had just been fired.

Sleeping Magic Bullet!

The Sleeping Magic Bullet had been provided by the Night God Church. Its warhead was made of special