Pop...
A thick, tentacle-like feeding tube extended from the gun and plunged straight into Liu Hong's arm. The sound of skin being pierced was dull and wet.
Liu Hong grunted, a little of the color draining from his face.
Then the gun began to swell.
Fed by Liu Hong's terrifyingly abundant blood energy, the Flesh-and-Blood Submachine Gun abruptly doubled in size.
The blood vessels on its surface bulged one by one, pulsing faster and faster.
A new opening spread at the muzzle...
Then another opened.
It was no longer a submachine gun.
In Liu Hong's hands, it had become a Flesh-and-Blood Gatling.
Six barrels formed a ring, each muzzle slowly contracting and relaxing.
Watching, Yang Yong exclaimed, "Damn, nice."
This thing had a second form?
That kid Chen Gen had never mentioned it!
Was it because of Liu Hong's Titan Sequence?
Liu Hong pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Flesh-and-blood bullets poured out like a torrential downpour.
Those were no ordinary bullets...
Each carried a blood-red tracer, drawing a long trail through the air.
The rooftop of a distant high-rise was instantly riddled with holes.
Chunks of concrete flew everywhere, exposing the rebar, as the flesh-and-blood bullets blasted half a floor's walls into collapse.
Amid billowing dust, a figure scrambled from one collapsing floor slab to another.
The Black Gold Bone Blade moved in Wang Ying's hand.
A gleam flashed along the blade. She had already locked onto that figure.
With her slashing range, a single strike would leave that guy crippled, if not dead.
Transcendents of the firearms sequence had physical capabilities far inferior to those of the Melee Sequence.
Nothing more than a kite flying in the sky.
Yang Yong hurriedly reached out to stop her.
"That shot was more of a warning than an