Shuofang Si aimed the Pipe Organ King at the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, his finger resting on the trigger as he rapidly ran through tactics.
For now, the true qi of his Eight-Nine Mysterious Art circulated as usual, unaffected by the suppression of that evil aura. That made things much easier for him.
But the troublesome thing about the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger was its speed. Its bursts of movement were practically teleportation. If his first attack missed and it put some distance between them, finding another opening would be difficult. He had to catch it off guard.
By the time he finished thinking and looked up again, the situation on the battlefield had changed in just a few breaths.
The Iron-Arm Bear and Tiger Demon Cat, both Soul Beasts with thirty thousand years of cultivation, had already been beaten into the ground. They lay covered in blood, barely breathing.
The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger pinned the Tiger Demon Cat's neck beneath one paw and opened its bloody maw, about to bite down.
Perfect. Shuofang Si hesitated no longer. He squeezed the trigger with his right hand, and the Pipe Organ King spat flames.
The Tubular Pulse Launcher used pulses to accelerate and fire needlelike physical bullets at seventy thousand rounds per second. Each round packed the same punch as a Gauss Submachine Gun, and it could penetrate a ten-meter-thick alloy steel plate in one second.
The reason this thing was called a wheelchair was obvious.
The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger was about to lower its head and enjoy its prey, its guard already down.
The instant the gunshots rang out, a storm of bullets slammed into it.
It instinctively tried to dart forward and dodge, but Shuofang Si had already anticipated that. His psychokinesis erupted