The bullet flew out of the gun barrel and in Tang Ye's eyes, it moved at a snail's pace, as if it were a snail on the steps in front of his house, slowly and painstakingly inching forward. However, no matter how hard it tried, its pace was still sluggish and slow!
Subconsciously, Tang Ye raised his hand to try and catch the bullet flying toward him, but his body seemed to have lost control and remained motionless… No, that's not entirely accurate, he could feel his body moving slowly, but too slowly, even slower than the bullet!
He did indeed see the bullet flying towards his forehead, but his body couldn't keep up!
