These micromissiles don't explode, but they have an effect more terrifying than an explosion—they rapidly transform into thousands of metal pellets after penetrating the bodies of the supernatural soldiers and shoot outwards!
Not only are the supernatural soldiers hit by the micromissiles torn to shreds, but even those nearby are caught in the crossfire, unable to escape the sudden barrage of pellets—caught off guard, dozens more supernatural soldiers are turned into mincemeat.
"Does this count as Yan Yu'an's kill?" Wang Xiyi glanced at Sun Hang, "You're overdoing it."
"It's not a competition to kill supernatural beings, I was just lending a 'little help'." Sun Hang shrugged.
"A moment ago you said you wouldn't lift a finger, but now you've taken out the most supernatural beings, right?" Wang Xiyi teased, "Just with that one move, you probably took out nearly a hundred, didn't you? Almost all the rooftops in that area are cleared."
