บท 1683: Demeter's Plans

Cloud Piercer whirled around, bullets flying towards every critical point.

Even under the effects from Random Firing and Rapid Firing, his aim was as precise as ever.

Bullets...

Qiao Yifan didn't even see Cloud Piercer's gun aimed towards him. He just saw him flash by him for an instant, and a bullet was flying towards One Inch Ash.

Just a bit off!

Qiao Yifan was somewhat unwilling to let the opportunity go, but there was nothing he could do. The cast time for ghost boundaries wasn't something that he could control.

Dodge.

He could only dodge. If he didn't dodge, he would be interrupted.　　

But just when he dodged the bullet, he saw another one flying towards him.

Zhou Zekai wasn't only focused on Qiao Yifan. There hadn't been any pauses both times Zhou Zekai faced towards him, but his bullets went for him nonetheless. It wasn't just him, but An Wenyi's Little Cold Hands, Su Mucheng's Dancing Rain, Tang Rou's Soft Mist, Ye Xiu's Stolord...

The crowd went wild!