Nearly a thousand iron shards mixed with gravel stopped on the protective shield raised by Zhang Beixing's aura in front of him.
Zhang Beixing's expression grew a bit more grave. The power of this grenade was more than double that of a normal one. Even for him, a Half-Step Extraordinary, taking it head-on—he might not die, but it would definitely not feel good.
Luckily, the shrapnel thrown up by it was about the same power as normal bullets, something he could still easily defend against.
But fuck that, obviously Miller wasn't going to give them a chance to catch their breath, not when he was holding a customized Gatling Grenade Launcher.
After the first grenade detonated, the Gatling fully spun up, and one black oval grenade after another shot toward Zhang Beixing at high Speed.
Zhang Beixing didn't dare stay in place even a moment longer.
Watching the black grenades arc down, he rapidly calculated their impact points in his mind, grabbed Jimmy, and bolted off to the side.
