The trigger was pulled, the bullet flew out.
Like sudden thunder and lightning, a crimson trail suddenly appeared from above the sky, expanding to both sides with the spread of the booming sound, seeping countless crimson from within the straight lingering light.
It was like a blade had sliced open a wound through the void.
Endless grievances began to burn from that moment.
Blood rained down heavily.
The moment the bullet was fired, the giant handgun had fulfilled its mission; with the giant hand vanishing, it turned into ash. The searing red spewed from Hell then surged forward, extending straight.
In an instant, it tore through the boundless cascading rainbow light, and the sound of breaking never ceased.
The bullet, like glass, whirled through the air; time seemed to slow down countless times, inching forward, carving out spreading cracks from the invisible barrier.
Supporting the sky, the incarnation of the Great Calamity glanced indifferently, and finally, lifted a hand.
