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編集者: Atlas Studios
While the Fist God was roaring, everybody's face was as frozen as the steam bullets and time.
They could clearly see that circular waves were spreading out from the roars and hitting the steam bullets one after another.
The bombardment of every soundwave slightly deviated the direction of the bullets.
When the last sonic wave burst out, the steam bullets had completely lost their precise trajectory and turned into drunken headless flies.
Time began to flow again.
The steam bullets brushed past High Priest Luo Tian and flew into the sky in a zigzagging trajectory, passing through the temple of fists and landing somewhere else.
"Ah…"
The zealots of the Mechanical and Steam Sect all sighed in disappointment and desperation.
"Ah!"
But the Iron Fist Legion and the believers of the Fist God were overjoyed, their fighting will soaring.