C357

"Ding …!" Houyi struck again with his spear, striking a corner not too far away. A flame flashed in the corner, and suddenly, a black imprint that looked like an ink stain appeared on the wall, disappearing bit by bit.

Houyi did not stop, continuing to hold his rifle. This time, he moved in a huge motion, the sniper rifle turning and changing directions in front of his eyes.

Suddenly