"Boom."
The Forbidden Master spread her legs.
The rifle was quite unique, heavy and cold, composed of three sections, each with distinct spiral grooves marking their boundaries.
She stood firm, heels grinding the ground, toes slightly lifted, like tree roots gripping yet ready to part at any moment; knees slightly bent, accumulating a heavy recoil, her waist and back straight as a taut bow ready to spring.
Only the subtle tremor at the gun's tip betrayed the thunderous power surging within, ready to burst and aiming straight at the distant demon.
In Qiao Wan's increasingly long and ethereal breaths, the killing intent locked in.
In the zombie's pupils, a flash of scarlet flickered.
The moment its gigantic bat wings spread, its silhouette vanished from the spot.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
