In the narrow corridor, four Blood Clan guards hurriedly turned around, only to see dark muzzles already aimed at their foreheads.
At such a close distance, facing a barrage of bullets, they were completely unable to make any evasive moves. This was despite being Blood Race Nobility with a physical constitution and reaction speeds far beyond ordinary people. They could only watch helplessly as the muzzles spat fire. Bullets of varying types and sizes twirled into their foreheads and, under the special effect of the Flesh Cutter, carved out a large chunk of flesh and bone from thin air.
