But even though there were electric arcs encircling its throat, when the Fire Feather Dragon fell to the ground, it did not die howling in pain, which was what Xu Sheng had expected. Instead, it shook its head viciously and climbed up as if nothing had happened. It did not howl in pain either, but started snickering savagely.
Its fangs intersected with each other and crushed the electric arc.
"Isn't it too strong?!" Xu Sheng was dumbfounded, and his skin crawled.
When the Fire Feather Dragon charged at him again, he found himself feeling helpless. He was just about to summon his last mechanical spider to carry his physical body and run when three incredibly shrill whistles tore through the fog behind him. They turned into three sharp arcs of light that resembled a crescent moon and dug into the Fire Feather Dragon's brain before they exploded simultaneously inside.
They were three bullets.