One shot.
Just one shot.
The Believer of Khorne who had hunted Qin Lan, Zou Yun, and the others to the ends of the earth, leaving them with no escape—a foe with a power level of 200—was utterly and physically obliterated.
"He's... that strong?!"
Not far away, Qin Lan, Zou Yun, and Yin Jing watched the rain of blood fall from the sky. They stared at the black figure standing silently, gun in hand, as if nothing had happened. Their pupils constricted violently, and their minds went blank.
They hadn't seen him in over three years...
Qin Feng... he had grown even stronger than the last time they met!
So strong that he had reached a terrifying, incomprehensible level they could no longer fathom!
'Easily killing a Believer of Khorne with a life force index of 200?'
'And this was a Believer of Khorne, no less! They were known for being fearless in the face of death, masters of slaughter, and possessing the most tenacious Combat Will!'
