Buzz!!!

The barrel of "Shadowstrike" suddenly erupted with a dazzling black light. The previously scorching gun body suddenly became quiet, yet the tremor grew more intense, as if a heart were madly pounding deep within the barrel.

Qin Tian could even hear a faint "clicking" sound, which was the metal undergoing some kind of beyond-reason remodeling.

A thin black ghost appeared half a foot above the gun, its form no more than half a human height, with contours so blurry they were almost transparent, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

It had no clear features, only two scarlet light dots adorning its head, like two drops of coagulated blood, emitting an unsettling chill.

The ghost was eerily silent, appearing without even disturbing a breath of air, as if it naturally belonged to this darkness.

Buzz...

Energy waves rippled suddenly between the black ghost and "Shadowstrike".

The ghost slowly extended its ethereal palm and lightly pressed it against the gun. At the moment of contact, the gun and the ghost simultaneously erupted with intense resonance—the ghost's silhouette solidified at a visibly rapid pace, while "Shadowstrike" began an astonishing transformation.

The barrel silently extended by three inches. The once-smooth surface revealed spiral dark patterns, which, upon closer inspection, were countless tiny rifling interlocking, becoming a hundred times more complex than before, as if it could tear through the resistance of air.

The muzzle now bore a jagged black metal ring, faintly flowing with shadow energy; the original dark golden patterns of the gun disappeared entirely, replaced by black streams of light matching the ghost, winding down the barrel and finally gathering at the trigger, forming a small black vortex.

Most shocking of all, when the ghost's aura fully melded with the gun, Qin Tian distinctly felt that the presence of "Shadowstrike" seemed to vanish—not physically, but its whole presence erased, even making Qin Tian's action of pulling the trigger completely silent.

The ghost's scarlet light turned toward Qin Tian, conveying a clear intent: try it.

Almost instinctively, Qin Tian raised the gun, his spiritual power extending like a searchlight, locking precisely onto a Magma Demon thirty miles away by the lava shore—a creature napping in the scorching magma, covered in a half-melted rocky armor.

In the past, exceeding twenty kilometers, a bullet's kinetic energy would significantly diminish, struggling to threaten a high-tier demon. Yet at this moment, a warm certainty emanated from the grip on the gun, telling him: this distance means nothing.

He gently pulled the trigger.

There was no gunshot, not even the sound of air as the bullet left the barrel.

But Qin Tian could "see" a bullet imbued with shadow energy being fired from the muzzle, without any flight path, as if instantly traversing the vast distance, ignoring the three hills, two demon energy canyons in its way, even piercing through the steaming screen above the magma, accurately drilling into the Magma Demon's left eye.

In the next instant, a small splash emerged from the lava river thirty miles away.

The Magma Demon's head jerked back violently, a charred black hole bursting open where its left eye had been, the bullet penetrating its brain and extinguishing all life.

Scorching magma poured into the wound, and it didn't even have time to climb out from the lava; its massive body had already lost all life, slowly sinking to the bottom of the lava river, not a trace of demonic qi escaping.

It took three minutes before the surrounding demons noticed something amiss with their comrade, huddling by the lava river with confused growls—they could smell the scent of death, yet found no trace of attack, much less imagined that from dozens of miles away, one gun had already taken the life of their comrade.

"Is this... the power of the Gun Spirit?"

Qin Tian muttered to himself, a jubilant notion conveyed by "Shadowstrike" in his palm, the black stream on the gun body glowing brighter as if awaiting the next command.

The black ghost circled above the barrel once more, fading until it became a single black line, merging completely into the gun.

At this moment, "Shadowstrike" was entirely pitch black, showing only a hint of the crimson glow deep in the barrel when rotated, like a sleeping fierce beast, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

Qin Tian tried infusing spiritual energy into the gun body, the Gun Spirit merging with his soul, instantly understanding the terror of this Gun Spirit—it could erase all traces of attack, allowing bullets to fly in absolute silence; it could distort space, rendering distance and obstacles meaningless; its enhanced shadow bullets had penetration to shred all defenses, even a high-tier demon's energy shield seemed like paper before it.

Qin Tian gripped "Shadowstrike" tighter, a surge of unprecedented confidence rising within him from the gun's cold touch.

He didn't even need to lift his head to aim, merely locking direction with his spiritual sense, casually pulling the trigger.

In the demon group several miles away, the leading Tier Five demon suddenly froze, a gaping blood hole appearing in its forehead, its body subsequently collapsing silently.

"Silent and invisible, disregarding distance, super penetration..." Qin Tian felt the qualitative change brought by the Gun Spirit, a cold curve forming at the corner of his lips.

Tier Five was too weak; it couldn't demonstrate the power of Shadowstrike after the Gun Soul Awakening. He decided to try it on a Tier Six demon.

Swoosh

The Demon King's Wings unfurled, Qin Tian's form turned into a black lightning bolt, charging into the boundless demonic qi.

His target was clear, a Tier Six demon in the number two Demon Cave.

…

Soon, Qin Tian arrived near the second Demon Cave.

Under heat perception, the number of demons in the cave was few, presumably out hunting, but among them was one particularly intense aura.

Qin Tian concealed his aura, entering invisibility as he approached the Demon Cave, his sight penetrating the thick demonic qi, seeing the situation in the valley.

In the valley's center, a dragon-turtle-like demon lay on the scorching black stone, leisurely inhaling and exhaling demonic qi.

Its carapace resembled solidified magma, covered with menacing spikes, each scale flowing with dark red magma, rising and falling with its breath, limbs thick as ancient trees, claws sunk deep into the rock, exhaling wisps of black smoke, its head resembling a western dragon, with skin full of folds embedded with two large yellow eyes like bells, half-closed, enjoying the rich energy of the demon tide.

Most frightening was the scene before it—hundreds of demon remains stacked into a small hill, the dragon-turtle demon flicking its barbed tongue to roll up a corpse into its maw with each breath, the crisp crunch of bones in its mouth echoed throughout the empty valley, dark green blood dripping down the corners of its mouth, corroding smoking pits on the ground.

"Tier Six Demon, very well, it's you."

Qin Tian tightly gripped "Shadowstrike", a slight curve lifting the corner of his mouth, as the ghost gun spirit within the gun sensed the formidable enemy, the barrel slightly heating with excited tremors.

He concealed himself within the demonic qi, spiritual power firmly locking onto the dragon-turtle demon's yellow eye—that was its sole weak point.

Qin Tian's finger slowly pressed the trigger, "Shadowstrike's" barrel silently extended, dark patterns flowing across the body.

At this moment, numerous talents simultaneously activated.

Top Hunter—First attack launched from a stealth state increases damage by 100%, with a chance to bypass the target's defense, dealing true damage directly.

Soul of the Gun God—Endow each bullet with a "Breaking the Boundary" attribute by the will of the Gun God, ignoring 30% of defense rules, causing an additional 200% penetrating damage to flesh/mechanical targets.

Celestial Destiny Critical Strike—350% critical damage

The Gun Soul's power flooded into Shadowstrike without reservation.

The Rune Power on the gun body lit up, Qin Tian's deep eyes locking on with spiritual intent—

He pulled the trigger.

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