What is that?
This isn't just the confusion of Nidesar alone, but the confusion of all the Nikosaks.
But soon, their confusion vanished along with their lives.
"Praise the Holy Wind!"
The command shouted countless times emerged from Horn's mouth this time. His face turned pale as he pulled the winding key from the leather gear cannon.
The gear spun rapidly on the gear shaft, vibrating metal and airflow simultaneously, producing a low humming sound.
The next second, everyone's ears went silent, as a huge noise seemed to drown out all other sounds.
The 80mm caliber leather gear cannon roared deafeningly as two blasts of iron pellets spread outward, followed by the iron pellets sprayed by twenty Hand Cannon Cultivators.
Together, they formed a swiftly advancing black mist, and those Nikosaks in the assault charge had no time to react before they sensed the momentary darkening of the previously clear sky.
