But if there is no good news at all, it is not.

From the moment he pulled the trigger, Tang Ling saw another kind of power - the power of the so-called pistol.

It only took such a small action as pulling the trigger to at least make the big snake shake a little, and a scale the size of a palm was not broken, but it was also shaky.

It really can't kill the serpent, but if it is used to delay, it is enough!

There were only seven chances to attack, which Quark repeatedly mentioned when he talked to Tang Ling about the final details.

The person was still floating in the air, and Tang Ling's brain began to calculate non-stop again.

Add in your own chance of escaping, and delay for at least seven seconds.

Ideally, seven attacks would have been able to delay the serpent for exactly one second each.

Moreover, every time the trigger is pulled, it must be perfectly connected with the moment when the snake resumes its action, without error, in order to achieve 'perfect seven seconds'.

Only those who have experienced life and death know that even a gap of a fraction of a second can rewrite the ending.

The biggest difference between reality and imagination is that if the imaginary world is a perfect 'vacuum', you just have to do everything as required, and then there will be no deviation in the result.

And what is the reality? It is a quagmire full of impurities, turbid and invisible, and there are always too many uncontrollable factors that interfere with everything.

The Desert Eagle's attack couldn't delay the serpent for a second.

In fact, the violent, flaming impact attack only made the big snake, which seemed to be drowsy, pause for less than half a second.

Then, the rising anger could be felt even by Tang Ling, who had not yet landed.

In the darkness, its scarlet serpent snorted and hissed a kind of brain figilance.

Then, Tang Ling saw that its eyes erupted with a deeper level of anger, complete anger!

At that moment, Tang Ling had a strange illusion, it seemed to sense that he had killed its six 'descendants'.

The sound of the rope sounded from all directions, and it was accompanied by a slight 'rubbing' of metal.

It was the sound of feet stepping on the ladder, the familiar strength of the foot, Tang Ling could also know that it was his sister who climbed the ladder first in a complicated calculation-quark did not miss the appointment.

This voice seemed to carry a huge warm power, and it calmed Tang Ling's heart at once.

He was incredibly calm.

Calm enough to watch the angry serpent straighten out, flick its tail and smash the masonry beneath it, and then it 'stood' to its feet.

'Stand', which completely surpassed Tang Ling's understanding, stood up, and only used a tail of less than one meter to support the huge body.

The smoke and rubble flew with a terrifying crush.

"It's kind of funny, actually." Tang Ling was completely calm, looking at the big snake that was standing upright and had its head on top of the tunnel, he felt that it was actually quite difficult for it to stand up like this.

Regardless of the big snake's movements or Tang Ling's thoughts, it was only a matter of a moment.

Just after Tang Ling's idea was generated, he pulled the trigger again without hesitation.

With such a huge body, Tang Ling, who has had an instinct for precision since he was a child and hunts for a living, does not need to think about whether he can shoot accurately.

He even closed his eyes and instinctively raised his hand for a shot.

This is another unexplainable secret of Tang Ling, that is, in the midst of extreme urgency and danger, he has 'closed' his senses, and the attacks he sends out with instinct will have a surprise effect.

This instinct is always ineffective, but in a battle of this level, what else can you rely on except believing in yourself?

This shot was fired extremely decisively, and Tang Ling, who had already learned a lesson, remembered Quark's words and straightened his wrist.

The power of the shock could finally be withheld, but a terrible fact subverted Tang Ling's cognition.

The big snake stood up, and it turned out that it was going to use the power of its tail to catapult towards itself.

It's just that his own shot happened to hit the moment it ejected, and the power point of the whole body interrupted its 'plan'.

It's unimaginable that the scene of a behemoth catapulting towards him, if it weren't for this amazing attack, Tang Ling could be sure that the big snake didn't have to do anything, just with the power of the catapult, the huge impact force could make him a puddle of mud.

'Peng', the sound of landing sounded, and the blood from Tang Ling's nasal cavity almost gushed out to form two lines of blood.

The high-speed calculations have already yielded results, and the price is this, the drowsy brain that is about to explode needs Tang Lingqiang to bite the tip of his tongue to stay awake.

Without any hesitation, Tang Ling's body and the big snake formed a position of about twenty-nine degrees, and he exerted his strength again, swinging towards the rear.

And one of the serpent's well-prepared attacks was interrupted in such an uncomfortable way, which brought its anger to a new high again.

The point of ejection was attacked, and its huge body tilted uncontrollably towards the wall on the right, collapsing like a pillar, and after half a second, it slammed into the wall with a dull and violent sound.

The scales shattered a dozen pieces as a result, because the force of this impact was essentially the force with which it was ready to eject itself.

The sound of the wind whistling in his ears did not affect Tang Ling to hear the second sound of stepping on the ladder - it was his mother-in-law.

There was a smile on the corner of Tang Ling's mouth, as if he was relieved, but there was a hint of mockery of the big snake.

Why should you be afraid of the emotions that preceded it?

The emotions of anger in battle are more terrible than fatal wounds!

Sure enough, the big snake that was able to control its body at the next moment did not choose to eject again, but swam towards Tang Ling in an instant.

But according to the position where it fell, and the direction in which Tang Ling retreated, such a swimming posture was destined to be extremely uncomfortable, and it needed a slight adjustment.

Huge is not always an advantage, and this slight adjustment must delay more time.

Another second passed.

"Damn, there's a big bunch of black-horned purple snakes, you'd better hurry." A beam of light lit up, a crisp thud, followed by the sound of the last man stepping up the ladder.

It's quarks.

At this point, he opened the glowing creature and threw it in the tunnel.

Tang Ming's heart was slightly grateful, since he had already alarmed the snakes, having a light would naturally have an advantage over his own battle.

Without distraction, Tang Ling once again chose another angle after landing on the ground, and used a backward leap to distance himself from the big snake.

And when it was right, he closed his eyes again and fired a shot, which hit the second bend of the snake's body that was bending and swimming, causing its body to move slightly.

But it was this position that made it unable to continue swimming, and could only pause again before the head of the snake could lead the body forward.

Landing, angles, shooting... Tang Ling did every step in an orderly manner.

The fingertips, which were still glowing with a hint of coldness, had become completely warm at some point.

A boiling emotion that belongs to the fighting talent began to rise in my heart.

And the only trouble is that the large group of black-horned purple snakes swim over...