Dominic was in no condition to dodge, summon techniques, or defend himself. The barrage of bullets crashed into his figure, and he could only endure it with whatever resilience his body still possessed.
And Dominic's body didn't have much of that left. His cultivation stage might have turned his flesh into a rank 3 material, but the battle had broken him in more ways than one.
The bullets crashed and exploded, piercing, shattering, and breaking anything they hit. Layers upon layers of Dominic's body exploded, the damage even affecting his bones, and his figure began to fall once the assault ended.
Yet, Dominic didn't fall, although he had nothing to do with the matter.
A debilitating blow hit Dominic's chin, forcefully lifting his head, allowing him to see the new rooting expert standing in front of him. He was burly, with short and wild black hair, wearing a sleeveless, worn-out robe, his small eyes shining with pristine concentration.
