The sound of gunfire came from the dust and smoke, with several bullets shooting out.
Seven or eight New Humans standing around were all headshot, blood mist scattered in the air, and the headless corpses fell one after another.
Su Changxing, covered in blood, staggered out of the smoke, his coat stained with dusty blood.
Under the impact of the boulder, his muscle tissue was extensively torn, and several bones were broken.
"Almost got killed, this must be a Tier Seven method."
He muttered, looking up to see the Giant's gaze fixed on him, surprised to find he was still alive.
What kind of expression is it to gaze at ants?
Perhaps this is it, with curiosity, yet also indifferent, like humans watching insects crawling by the road.
What kind of feeling is it to be an ant?
Perhaps it is just like how he feels now, with a deep sense of powerlessness.
His fingers nimbly jumped, loading bullets into the magazine one by one, the brass casing stained with bits of red blood.
