Bullets whizzed, grenade shrapnel crisscrossed.
Metal Disks attracted each other, massive waves of purple Magnetic Storm surged tumultuously, and the black Disaster Water enveloped the battlefield like a colossal hand from the heavens.
Explosions and chaotic roars cluttered the air for a moment.
Mo Sui turned, howling with rage.
The viscous blood of Li Yan slipped between his fingers, as an action team soldier fell back, his rifle broken in two. His finger, still on the trigger attempting in vain to fire, twitched until his body hit the ground.
Apart from Mo Sui and Swollen Face down the cliff, only four third-tier fighters from the action team remained.
The black Disaster Water formed puddles on the ground, submerging the people from the action team.
Li Yan's eyes roved across the battlefield, but could not locate the source of the sniper bullets.
"Even if it means getting hurt, I must kill him..."
