The Gatling machine gun's six barrels spun wildly, blazing tongues of flame spewing from the muzzle.
Shell casings flew from the side of the gun like a torrential downpour, clattering onto the ground and piling into a thick layer around Luo Fan's feet in the blink of an eye.
The collisions of metal against metal merged into a continuous clamor, like countless bells ringing at once.
Bullets became a torrent of metal, pouring toward the Winged Queen in midair at the terrifying rate of thousands of rounds per minute.
Luo Fan's gaze stayed locked on that dark-gold figure. On the lenses of his Monitoring Glasses, the stack count of Killing Blow was climbing wildly.
Ten stacks!
Twenty stacks!
Thirty stacks!
The Winged Queen hovered in midair, her icy-blue eyes watching the oncoming metal storm coldly through her white mask.
Her brows furrowed slightly, obvious confusion showing in her eyes.
Not from pain, nor from fear, but from pure incomprehension.
A Gatling machine gun.
This human was actually using a Gatling machine gun against her?
Against fierce beasts that had yet to become ranked, a Gatling was indeed a terrifying killing weapon.
Even first-tier and second-tier fierce beasts had to keep clear of its dense barrage, and a third-tier fierce beast would likewise bleed and suffer injuries under sustained fire.
But once fierce beasts reached the fourth tier and above, their bodies underwent a qualitative leap.
Their scales, fur, muscles, and bones had all been tempered by Weird Qi until they were as hard as steel.
Ordinary bullets striking them were like pellets from a toy slingshot striking a rhinoceros. Beyond a sharp clink, they left nothing behind.
And against an Eighth Tier like herself?
The Winged Queen looked down at the bullets flying toward her, the confusion in her