Compared to the giant hand blotting out the sky, the two talisman bullets Zheng Qing fired were like needles from an ox's hide.
No, from an observer's perspective, within a broader field of view, those two talisman bullets and their trajectories were like two specks of dust beneath the giant hand, almost non-existent.
Yet their effect was beyond doubt.
Crack!
A continuous sound, like silk tearing, rang through the air.
It was the sound of the giant hand's descending "momentum" being torn apart. The two talisman bullets seemed slow but were actually swift; in the blink of an eye, they broke through the ocean-deep "momentum" and appeared at the edge of that giant hand.
But just as Su Shijun had guessed, compared to the "momentum" and "force" the giant hand had accumulated as it descended from the heavens, the two talisman bullets were far too insignificant. By the time they reached the hand's edge, most of their Magic Power had already been exhausted.
Of course, their efforts had not been in vain.
"Hiss..."
A faint yet distinct intake of breath echoed in everyone's ears.
The giant hand descending from the sky seemed to have touched a cactus and abruptly recoiled upward a little. Two distinct red dots appeared at the edge of its palm where the talisman bullets had struck.
A wisp of extremely faint flame lit up in its palm. In an instant, it spread to its fingertips, covering the entire giant hand and burning away those two red dots.
Then it pressed down again, carrying that faint flame with it.
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Silent yet resolute, Zheng Qing fired several shots in succession. The Blood Talisman Bombs he had saved up for so long were more than half spent in an instant. The heavy burden