After a round of mini cannon fire finished, Lin Fan endured the continuous bombardment, with his Genetic Force depleting rapidly, nearing empty.
"Is... it over?"
Lin Fan opened his mouth and expelled a puff of black smoke, still in shock.
Just a bit more, and his Genetic Force would have dropped to zero.
During this time, he had tried to dodge the bomb blasts, but each attempt was thwarted by the impact, forcing him back, subjected to relentless bombardment against the thin film behind the metal door.
"Oh?"
Yan Guang raised an eyebrow, surprised, "Still not dead, huh?"
No matter, since you're not dead...
"Let's do two more rounds of bombarding then. Materials are plentiful, and even if it takes ten more rounds, it won't be a problem."
Yan Guang shrugged, and the metal panels on his left arm suddenly folded and turned, revealing rectangular holes once more.
Whiz whiz whiz~
