Ratatatatatatatat...
"Heh heh heh... I'll gun you Little Japs down! Die, you bastards..."
As a spine-chilling cackle rang out, Wan Junming had already descended into utter madness. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face twisted into an intensely savage expression.
Clutched tightly in his hands was a brand-new Blue-Flame Gatling machine gun he had just redeemed from that mysterious, all-providing "Damn System."
Wan Junming was wildly excited, as though endless power coursed through his entire body. Laughing maniacally, he pulled the trigger without hesitation, aiming at Sun Dao, Sata Taito, Misaki, and the other Heavenly Prodigies before him and unleashing a near-insane barrage.
In an instant, countless blazing-blue bullets glittering with dazzling light poured out like raindrops, swiftly forming an impenetrable curtain of gunfire with astonishing power.
Caught off guard by such a ferocious attack, Sun Dao and the others had no time to mount an effective response.
Although each individual bullet did not inflict particularly severe damage, the threat posed by such dense, continuous fire was still nothing to scoff at.
"What the hell! I'm a bona fide descendant of the Devil Race, not some fucking Little Jap!
You bastard, how dare you lump everyone together and blast away? Have you gotten tired of living?
Even if it takes everything I've got, I'm going to teach you a proper lesson today!"
Subjected to such an indiscriminate attack, Sun Dao was so furious that smoke practically poured from his seven orifices, his rage soaring to the heavens.
His eyes widened as he stared fixedly at Wan Junming ahead, swinging his razor-sharp Demonic Sword with all his might to fend off the whistling bullets.
Then, seizing a moment when Wan Junming's attention was divided, he darted forward like lightning.
In the blink of an eye, he closed in on Wan