Bang!
Flames blossomed, bullets whistling out.
They then shot straight into the dazzling golden orb, precisely hitting the "culprit" manufacturing the murderous intent.
Fang Cheng's eyes were stern, both hands holding the gun, decisively pulling the trigger, firing at this priceless treasure full of magical allure.
One shot, two shots, three shots...
His fingers mechanically yet firmly kept pulling, until the magazine was entirely emptied.
However, all the bullets fired seemed blocked by an invisible barrier, not even a sound of impact was heard, all falling onto the stone platform.
The Golden Benba Bottle only had its surrounding light quiver a few times, seemingly undamaged, still steadily floating in the air.
Like a deity high above the clouds, gazing down on all life below.
Buddhist sounds wafted softly, the golden glow dazzling as before.
The bewitching power was not reduced at all, continuing to emanate its tempting aura in all directions.
