Divine Sense, take control!
A silvery light seemed to flash through Han Feng's pupils.
Through his Perception, it felt as if the bullet were an extension of his own body.
'Veer left three degrees... avoid that piece of granite.'
'Accelerate... punch through that layer of sludge.'
'Adjust right fifteen degrees...'
Deep underground.
The bullet, wrapped in Sword Essence, moved like an agile fish, weaving frantically through the complex rock strata and forcing a bizarre, zigzagging path.
The sleeping Drilling Armored Dragon seemed to sense something was amiss.
As a Tier Two Peak Demon Beast, it had an instinct for danger.
It snapped its dull yellow eyes open, about to curl its body into a completely defensive posture.
But it was too late.
SHUNK!
Like the kiss of death, the bullet drilled into the creature's slightly open lower jaw with unerring precision before exploding in an instant.
BOOM—!
The ground shook violently.
