Akhen expelled the bullet out of his body which made Aldred laughed. "Corduul, what kind of bullets did you use?"
"Those were made with 90% of air and some dust particles I gathered."
Corduul could produce bullets out of thin air, but naturally, the damage wouldn't be that great. And of course, he barely used his power to injure Akhen.
However, anyone below Platinum Rank would die after receiving that kind of attacks. Corduul wasn't even trying either. However, Akhen was just a trifling bandits. A petty criminals in this continent.
He was some small, insignificant person in this world. Aldred hadn't even met the most powerful class of this continent—the magicians. How strong would they be?
Aldred could not wait to meet them.
With a roar, Akhen raised his serrated sword and rushed furiously towards Aldred.
Aldred said with indifferent: "Corduul, tell some of your close-range robots to fight him. And don't destroy his head. We might need his memories."
"Yes, master."