"You're courting death!"
Hu Weibang's humble smile was instantly torn apart by a fierce expression as he roared hoarsely, his body swiftly retreating.
The Mauser gun he pulled out with his right hand immediately spat out a scorching tongue of fire!
"Attack!"
"Bang—!!"
The sound of the gun was the signal! In an instant, gunfire erupted from the rooftop of Wangjiang Tower!
Hu Weibang's hundred trusted guards fired simultaneously, bullets pouring out like a torrential rain, completely covering Lu Xuan and his fifty-plus personal soldiers!
And before the scorching barrage, three more deadly moves had already struck with fatal precision.
The insect mist exploded from the necromancer's ghostly claws and flew darkly towards Lu Xuan's mouth and nose.
The black light from the Soul-Capturing Gourd tore through the air, aiming straight for the center of his brow.
The piercing magical sound from Su Wan's fingers turned into invisible sharp blades, stabbing straight at the soul!
