Ziji’s expression shifted, and she was just about to make a move when Wang Qiuer was even faster. A pitch-black, giant cannon barrel, two meters in length, appeared instantly on her right shoulder.
It looked remarkably like a large-scale Fixed Soul Tool Cannon.
Of course, no matter how reckless Wang Qiuer might be, she would not actually use a Fixed Soul Tool Cannon. At that moment, a blinding, intense white light was already beginning to shimmer at the muzzle—clear evidence of condensed soul power.
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