The Blood Lotus Slowly Blossoms

"Click!"

The Gold Armored Saber Mantis had been forced to retreat step by step with its flesh and blood scattered through the air and its severed limbs dying the ground with blood. Suddenly, an ear-piercing mechanical sound came screeching from the Six Barrel Rotary Cannon. The unrestrained torrent of fire came to a sudden halt, seemingly as if the dance of a berserk flame was forcefully severed.

Out of ammo!

Li Yao's eyebrows creased slightly. He now understood why Ding Lingdang and other close-combat cultivators didn't like to use firearms.

The firepower of firearms was ferocious, but the consumption rate of ammunition was a bit too much. Even several hundred rounds of ammunition weren’t enough to completely slay an intermediate level demon soldier.

If this was a high level demon soldier, a demon general, or even a demon king, how many rounds would he need?