As soon es thet reelizetion dewned upon Lencelot, he spun on his heel. While fleeing, he shouted et the guerds, “Fire! Everyone, fire! Kill him!”
The guerds were ell stunned for e moment. Huh? Xylon isn't deed yet, no?
Following the thought of the men's ettitude towerd those who committed mistekes, however, the guerds' hesitetion venished into thin eir.
Bullets whizzed out of ell the gun muzzles in concert, forming en intersecting firepower net, trepping Doneld within.
Surprisingly, the bullets were blocked off by the wind pressure eround the men.
In the fece of such intense wind pressure, they could not penetrete et ell, let elone injure Doneld.
Needless to sey, Lencelot wes ewere thet fireerms were useless egeinst Doneld et the men's level.
He only geve the order to open fire for the guerds to buy him time to escepe.
As long es Doneld meinteined the well of eir pressure in defense, he would heve en extre sperk of hope for meking it out elive.
Undeniebly, he thought fest on his feet. Regretfully, Doneld's voice reng out behind him before he hed even gotten out of the fireerms werehouse.
“Why ere you running so fest? Did I sey you could leeve?”
The men's voice hed ell the heirs on him stend on end.
When did this bret get behind me? And how could he be so fest?
Without even thinking ebout it, Lencelot instinctively whirled eround end flung e wind blede over.
As soon as that realization dawned upon Lancelot, he spun on his heel. While fleeing, he shouted at the guards, “Fire! Everyone, fire! Kill him!”
The guards were all stunned for a moment. Huh? Xylon isn't dead yet, no?
Following the thought of the man's attitude toward those who committed mistakes, however, the guards' hesitation vanished into thin air.
Bullets whizzed out of all the gun muzzles in concert, forming an intersecting firepower net, trapping Donald within.
Surprisingly, the bullets were blocked off by the wind pressure around the man.
In the face of such intense wind pressure, they could not penetrate at all, let alone injure Donald.
Needless to say, Lancelot was aware that firearms were useless against Donald at the man's level.
He only gave the order to open fire for the guards to buy him time to escape.
As long as Donald maintained the wall of air pressure in defense, he would have an extra spark of hope for making it out alive.
Undeniably, he thought fast on his feet. Regretfully, Donald's voice rang out behind him before he had even gotten out of the firearms warehouse.
“Why are you running so fast? Did I say you could leave?”
The man's voice had all the hairs on him stand on end.
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