"Was that the application of a spell on the flintlock? Why is the power so immense that it killed the worm in one shot?"
The worm's view had completely vanished from his mind, and the old man was extremely puzzled, aware that ordinary flintlock bullets could not kill a worm in one strike.
There was some mystery to that shot just now.
In the darkness, the old man standing behind the tree furrowed his brows, filled with apprehension.
If the opponent could freely shoot bullets with that kind of power, he could even consider retreating because aside from multiple types of summoned creatures, basically none would survive one or two blows.
"Perhaps it's neither firearms nor spells, but the effect of a mysterious rare artifact?" The old man pondered for a long time without an answer and could only become more vigilant in his heart.
"Wuu!"