But before he could think, he saw Qing Chen's lips move slightly.
Non-linear!
The bullets pouring down like rain on him were suddenly magnetically ejected, rushing at the same speed they came with toward all players around, with a sixth of them concentrated on the Underworld King!
At the center, Qing Chen was like a deity. Although he couldn't control metal as freely as Qing Ye, forming his own Iron Throne Hilt from firearms.
However, he could borrow arrows with straw boats; as long as there wasn't heavy firepower like grenade launchers, however many bullets the enemy sent, he could send back.
Qing Chen slowly walked towards the Underworld King, seeing blood holes burst from the surrounding players one by one.
Like a slow-motion effect in a movie, Qing Chen walked calmly in the middle of the scene, while the enemies around him, like a background board, were riddled with holes.
