Berserk Power

That trembling, obese body clutching its head wasn't him. That petite figure crouching on the ground wasn't him either. Over there, someone about the right height was fleeing...

With a flick of his right hand, he pulled the trigger.

Boom!

Within an eighty-meter radius, this Heavy Hand Cannon crafted by a top master artisan from Greymark Star could punch through three of these flimsy shop walls.

The fleeing figure's upper body instantly exploded. In his vision, half a body fell to the ground and stopped moving, its red outline quickly fading.

Heh, not him.

Over here... hm?

Testom frowned. About a dozen meters ahead to his right, inside what should have been a residential building, a red outline was pressed tightly against the wall.

This figure was brighter than the surrounding ones. Its blood flow had clearly accelerated, heat billowing off its body.

And the color around its back was much dimmer...

It's you!

A savage gleam flared in his eyes, and an excited, cruel smile spread across Testom's face. With a flick of his wrist, he aimed the muzzle at that spot and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

Violent muzzle flash erupted as the large-caliber bullet blasted out.

Inside this empty room, Mu Fan suppressed his breathing to the faintest possible level.

When that violent tremor reached him, his scalp twitched slightly, instinctively sensing that something was wrong.

He closed his eyes, and his mental perception began to spread.

In Mu Fan's mind, his spiritual perception gradually sketched out a simple outline of the surroundings.

The source of that heavy impact was... a person!

Mu Fan's heart jolted violently, and his eyes turned icy.

Whether or not this person was a terrorist, he was certain that this person's arrival was connected to him!

That miniature drone in the sky