But at this moment, he was already gravely injured by the Karma Remnant Buddha projection, with barely a tenth of his strength remaining. How could he break through this damnable barrier?
Winchester attempted to retaliate with his hand cannon, but the projectile, once fired, couldn't penetrate the flowing light at all. Instead, it rebounded and pierced his own waist and abdomen.
"Pff—!"
Winchester couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of old blood, an endless surge of panic welling up in his heart.
He never imagined this operation would be so difficult.
The Collection Clan had dispatched two Tier Four Apprentice Death Gods and more than a dozen ordinary Death Gods! Moreover, they had the advantage and made the first move!
And their opponents were merely two Apprentice Death Gods, one of whom was Tier Three, and the other not even Tier Two.
But why... why did the situation develop to this point?
