The luck isn't too bad.
The warrior carrying a giant axe walked towards him with heavy footsteps, looking relaxed as if on a sightseeing tour.
This is a perfect opportunity.
Su Changxing lay on the ground without any breath, like a corpse, holding the revolver in his hand, rehearsing the attack process hundreds of times in his mind.
The opponent probably never expected someone like him to exist in this energy-starved world.
The revolver's range is very short, only about ten meters, but as long as the opponent steps within twenty meters, it's his chance.
"Now is the time!"
Su Changxing's figure became blurry, suddenly appearing in front of the warrior, holding a scythe in one hand, ghostified body, and raising the revolver in the other hand, pulling the trigger at the same time.
This was his strongest strike, also his full-force strike at this moment, a Focusing Strike at twenty-two times the power.
