The trigger was pulled.
A flash of blue appeared and vanished.
Ivan was already on guard.
At the moment Xia Panqiu fired.
A decayed, worn-out piece of sheepskin paper around him suddenly ignited, and its ashes enveloped his figure, moving him to another location.
Boom—
An explosion sounded.
A frenzied Spirit surged forth.
Ivan saw a terrifying wave erupting from the position where he had just been standing, his expression slightly twisted, filled with both fear and excitement.
Xia Panqiu bit her lip, shifting the barrel of the gun once more, aiming at Ivan who had appeared at another spot.
But before she could shoot this time, a fallen shelf beside her suddenly stood upright and then crashed into the Celestial Punishment Weapon that she had lifted.
The Celestial Punishment Weapon flew out of her hands, falling to the ground.
At the same time.
