But in Yi Lin's eyes, the scene around Mo Ren Di transformed into a different spectacle.
Mo Ren Di was actually moving his body with the smallest amplitude, letting the bone-shattering bullets barely graze by him. However, because Mo Ren Di's movements were so fast and his dodging posture so natural, it appeared to onlookers as if the bullets were passing right through him.
"Why does it feel like Old Mo is holding back his strength?"
Under the enhancement of "Dynamic Vision UP," Yi Lin witnessed Mo Ren Di's actions, which were elegant and smooth, but for some reason, Yi Lin couldn't help feeling a sense of dissonance, as if Mo Ren Di's current performance lacked the dominance he had when he first charged into the insect tide.
"Yi Lin! Those machine guns are also biological!"
Zhao Yulong could no longer hold on, beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead.
The lack of stamina seemed to be the sorrow and worry of every middle-aged man.