A sky-shaking roar erupted from the Black Sand Alliance's ranks across from them! The Da Dou Shi whose arm had been crippled rose with his companions' support, pointing his remaining left hand at the Xiao Clan. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a man possessed.
"Kill them! Kill them all! Don't leave a single one alive!"
His ragged roar was like a fuse igniting a powder keg. Already blinded by fury and fear, the Black Sand Alliance bandits howled and brandished their weapons, charging toward the three great clans' lines like a black flood bursting through a dam! For a moment, battle cries shook the heavens, and the thick stench of blood and savage dou qi instantly filled the battlefield.
Seeing the enemy charge, Xiao Yan felt his blood ignite as well. He looked at the peculiar weapon he had "borrowed," then raised his gaze to that imperious figure in midair. A fierce refusal to admit defeat welled up inside him.
Imitating Xiao Yi's earlier movements, he clumsily raised the weapon, aimed at one of the bandits leading the charge, and pulled the trigger hard!
"Bang!"
Another deafening blast rang out! Flame spat from the muzzle. Yet the impressive scene Xiao Yan had imagined, with his enemy falling at the shot, never materialized.
All he felt was a terrifying force far beyond anything he had imagined surging through his wrist, as though a wild bull had rammed him squarely in the chest. The pistol flew from his hand, and its savage recoil knocked his feet off the ground and sent him hurtling backward. Once again, he landed flat on his back with all four limbs in the air.
Even so, the bullet accidentally found its mark, grazing a bandit's thigh and throwing up a spray of blood. The