All the firearms had been modified, with a layer of wood varnish applied to the surface, resembling a luxurious flintlock gun with golden inlays and carvings.
The saying goes, "The rich practice martial arts," and every martial artist present had used flintlock guns; even the wealthiest, Su Konghu, carried several with him. After fiddling with one in his hands, he roughly understood how to use the automatic weapon.
'This craftsmanship, this firing rate, this power.'
Lu Hu held a Gatling in each hand, spraying bullets into the dense forest. After holding the trigger for just two seconds, the bullets shredded towering trees into flying wood chips and snapped branches.
If an ordinary person were to handle the firearms, they might be outmaneuvered by the blazing corpses, which could predict the bullet's trajectory based on their responsive speed and mobility.
But if a martial artist was shooting, they could completely match the movement speed of the blazing corpses.
