Lin Mo weaved between two Ironclad Sentinels as their claws missed him by inches before reappearing thirty meters away.
He tried to line them up again to minimize the number of shots. Unfortunately, they're quicker now. It would be impossible to cover them all with just one bullet.
"If one's not enough. Then two shots." His spiritual energy flowed into the weapon, the [Astral Warden's Grip] reducing the strain as the barrel's inscriptions ignited with starlight.
BANG!
A comet of starlight essence erupted from the muzzle, streaking toward the Sentinels. The three that had been caught within its scope and range had their metallic form shattered like brittle glass. Their upper half disintegrated into motes of fading energy while the lower half collapsed in a heap.
Lin Mo blew on the muzzle as he wryly smiled, "Still one-shot. These wave creatures still cannot withstand the gun's destructive power."
