Bang, bang, bang!
Three nearly overlapping gunshots tore through the sunlight-shrouded night sky.
Three crystal-energy bullets, fired within a single second, drilled precisely into the Abyssal Flame Demon's head, already ravaged by the sunlight.
The first pierced its left eye.
The second penetrated the space between its brows.
The third blasted out the back of its head, spraying charred fragments of flesh and blood.
The Abyssal Flame Demon's already tottering body suddenly stiffened. The two flames in its eye sockets, already so dim they had nearly gone out, lost their last glimmer of light.
Its battered body crashed to the ground, slamming into the rubble and throwing up a cloud of dust.
The purgatory flames on its body faded and dispersed at a visible speed.
The heat that had been intense enough to melt steel also receded rapidly like an ebbing tide, finally disappearing altogether.
The sixth-tier Abyssal Flame Demon was dead!
A brief, deathly silence fell over the battlefield.
Every Sequence User, whether pursuing Weirds or just emerging from combat, stopped what they were doing in unison and turned toward the dust-shrouded area.
They had seen those three bullets pierce the Flame Demon's head with their own eyes.
They had witnessed the moment that enormous body fell.
"D-dead?"
Someone muttered, their voice filled with disbelief.
"The sixth-tier Flame Demon really is dead!"
"Luo Fan! Luo Fan killed it!"
After that brief silence, earthshaking cheers erupted!
"Luo Fan! Luo Fan! Luo Fan!"
Countless people shouted his name, their voices filled with fervor and reverence.
Sixth-tier Weirds were a nightmare weighing on every human heart.
Ever since the apocalypse began, humans had been pursued and slaughtered by Weirds. Simply holding on to a settlement was already an enormous blessing.
And today, they had witnessed the fall of a sixth-tier Weird.
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