Blood filled the chambers of the revolver, rapidly solidifying into the shape of bullets; a red mist, akin to dry ice, wafted from the crevices of the cylinder.
Ignoring his curiosity, Chen Ke gritted his teeth, raised the gun, and squeezed the trigger at the monster's malformed face.
The revolver emitted a crisp sound of gunfire, indistinguishable from regular bullets; the only difference was the flash at the muzzle wasn't firework-like but a red blood light.
"Pop pop pop pop pop pop!"
Six bullets struck the deformed cheek, creating six indentations. Although they didn't penetrate its face, the impact was enough to make the creature cry out in pain.
The monster threw Chen Ke to the ground, roaring as it clutched its face. Chen Ke's chest and abdominal wounds were rapidly healing. He touched his own abs, never wanting to experience the pain of being gnawed on again.
