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Tang Zheng witnessed the process of Kohler killing a tyrant and was naturally familiar with those distinctive footsteps. Whenever the more than five-ton weight of the Tyrant stomped on the ground, it would produce this sound, echoing in the air, pounding against the eardrum, and exerting a great deal of pressure.
The red-clothed woman had clearly faced off against the Tyrant before and knew of its formidable destructive power. Her expression instantly turned grave as she looked at Tang Zheng, hesitating whether to kill him first to eliminate the threat.
"We now have a common enemy, let's not fight amongst ourselves!" Since the other party was shouting in Ukrainian, Tang Zheng did not use English, and he had also guessed their identity, they were definitely terrorists belonging to the Eastern European Resistance Armed Forces.
A first-generation Tyrant, upon hearing its kin's howl, made its way through the dim processing area and appeared before everyone.
