Then, Tong Shan simply waved his hand; the flag hadn't even unfolded when countless glowing red bullets already hung suspended in midair, as if they were frozen in amber.
In the blink of an eye, an extremely precise operation comparable to the firing rate of a machine gun was revealed from his hands, bringing all incoming firepower under his control.
It was telekinesis at its peak!
After emptying a belt of ammunition, the calf-sized gun ceased firing.
The sound of bullets falling to the ground was unceasing.
Tong Shan, however, titled his head and looked at the Blessed Weapon in his hand, his expression beneath the mask difficult to suppress his surprise—still the original design and formula, but it now operated much more smoothly.
It was as if the old equipment had suddenly been refreshed, the same operations and functions, yet everything had a silky touch, with responsiveness and efficiency rising by several percentage points.
