The Roaring Flintlock's barrel suddenly swelled like a weapon out of a cartoon, bulging larger and larger as an ever-expanding cannonball rolled inside it.
The process was actually as fast as firing a normal bullet, but thanks to Three Eyes, Yang Yi saw it with exceptional clarity.
Bang!
A powerful shock wave scattered and lifted both the Salt Men in the cave and the sea salt on the ground.
The Flintlock's barrel burst open like a morning glory. A cannonball over thirty centimeters in diameter broke free of the barrel, still growing. Just as it reached a meter across, it struck the wall of flesh, blasting open an enormous hole several meters wide, its edges flayed and bloody...
Yang Yi's mind went blank for a moment.
The shock wave and the noise had caused him to black out briefly.
When he came to, he found himself flying backward and plunging into the layer of salt on the ground.
Before Yang Yi could react.
A powerful suction drew in the sea salt in the cave, along with Yang Yi and the armor, then blasted them all out through the hole the Roaring Flintlock had made.
Yang Yi regained the ability to move and drew the heavy Broken Iron in time to steady himself, avoiding being blasted far away like the sea salt.
He hung on the outer wall of the opening, Broken Iron embedded in the flesh of the wall, barely maintaining his balance.
But he was in poor shape. His skin had wrinkled from severe dehydration, his body had shrunk, he had lost fifteen kilograms, and his Qi and Blood had dropped by over thirty.
Had his contact with the salt not been so brief, the consequences would probably have been even worse!
But Yang Yi did not replenish his