Chapter 82 Wild Wind

• At four in the afternoon, Zachary looked at the building across the street. It was against the sun and swallowed up by shadow. Even though he was a divine-level fighter, he was ultimately still a mortal made of flesh and bone. In his line of sight, the roof of the building across the street was so dark that he couldn't spot the sniper at all.
• At that moment, the sound of a gunshot ripped through the air, and a bullet hurtled ruthlessly toward Zachary.
• As the bullet closed the distance, Zachary had a cold expression on his face. He backed up speedily and drew a quick circle with his right hand.