"Who are you really!?"
In an instant.
Another figure shrouded in mist reappeared.
But the position had changed.
Meanwhile, the figure that had been shot on the ground gradually dismantled during the process.
Clothes, flesh, hair... everything turned into mist, vanishing in the void.
Parasitism?
Chen Lusi saw this scene, and the first thought that popped into his mind was this.
Then.
He directly shifted the muzzle, once again aiming at the newly appeared figure, without answering, he pulled the trigger directly.
Bang bang bang—
Smoke puffed from the muzzle, along with tiny sparks.
The bullets spun in the rifling, cutting through the air, flying towards the new figure.
Chen Lusi emptied the magazine directly.
But this time, he didn't hit the opponent. Amidst the swirling mist, all bullets stopped before the figure.
As if there was a wall in front of him.
Spirit?
Chen Lusi's eyes gradually tinted in deep blue.
