Mu Cang's mental projection moved.

Abram's dim soul immediately began to extract the unknown power in the spiritual dimension through the 'door'.

Buzz——

The shadow beneath my feet was constantly swelling like a living creature, and dozens of shadow tentacles quickly spewed upward.

These almost incorporeal tentacles quickly transform into receiver components, muzzle devices, barrels, gun handles, and even bullets.

These jet-black parts are automatically assembled as if they are intelligent, and a half-virtual and half-real Maxim is constructed in a few seconds.

"The various chemical components in the bullet primer cannot be simulated by shadow, but..."

Mu Cang looked at the black shadow carbine in front of him that was closely connected with Shadow Whisker, and thought: "...You can compress the air through telekinesis to create an ammunition empowerment effect similar to deflagration. This is very simple."

Although the mental power level carried by this hastily pinched mind projection is very weak, the delicate work of simulating a small volume air explosion never relies on magnitude, but accuracy.

For Mu Cang, whose telekinesis accuracy has already reached the subatomic level, it is a piece of cake.

If it weren't for the fact that the shadow ability couldn't reach that micro-scale level, he could even do more.

In an instant, the power of thought burst out and entered the shadow gun magazine, empowering the ammunition.

Then, the shadow gun opened fire.

Bang!

A dark bullet made of shadow burst out from the muzzle.

It flew dozens of meters and hit the metal wall in front of it.

Expansion!

A muffled sound.

There are bullet marks on the wall ahead.
Chapter completed!