Journey to the West's Revolver

Fu Qian gracefully removed his skull, as if a gentleman were taking off his hat to pay respects.
…
Everything began with a transcended-dimension invitation.
It's a story of a high-quality Thug turning the impossible into the possible.
Of course, on that day, the great being behind the invitation was still unaware of what it had done.

Facing an Ancient God for a Year

As they gathered insights, all the team members looked somewhat furrowed in frustration.


"We're not familiar with the layout here, and that other team seems a bit overpowered in firepower."


"No need to say 'seems,' they definitely are," Death Row corrected Red Dragon's somewhat euphemistic statement.


"Although they may not have more numbers, their firepower is much more brutal than ours."


"The most important thing is, they're blatantly indiscriminate in their attacks. The moment anyone gets close, they go for the kill. If I hadn't reacted quickly just now, my injuries would be far worse than this."


"If we can't counter them head-on, is it possible to lure them out?"


Lady Star posed the question after a moment of thought.


This time Qing sighed before Death Row could say anything else.


Her reminder successfully cast a somber mood over the atmosphere.


Chapter 952: Prism (25)