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

Brother Jake's judgment, to be honest, wasn't wrong.


What had shocked him moments ago was the corruption of the symbol of law.


But ultimately, it was still far from being completely shattered.


As long as the opponent couldn't twist themselves into strips of flesh and slip through the fleeting cracks, there was absolutely no worry they could escape.


In this regard, Fu Qian's assessment was entirely consistent: causing the Giant Cocoon to completely break without using excessively intense measures would take some effort.


Meanwhile, he was undoubtedly a living target for the Spear of Fated Death.


But as a professional task executor, there were gentle measures aside from the intense ones, weren't there?


A simple logic: if the Old Day's Mark could inflict special forms of "wounds" on the Giant Cocoon, then could Visceral Critical Strike make use of these wounds?


In fact, he had been selecting his strike point ever since the beginning.


Chapter 1288: Loss of Image (Complete)