Some warriors riding on motorcycles burst out from the convoy, surrounding the remaining three wasteland wolves that were anxiously trying to retreat.
They had only wanted to follow behind the vehicles, seizing the opportunity to attack a few people and then leave. The convoy was stretched out over a long distance on the road, with the lead and tail vehicles more than five hundred meters apart.
But they hadn't expected the convoy's people to be so fierce. With one confrontation, they had killed one of their own kind. Zheng Yichen shook the fishing rod in his hand that hadn't been stained with any blood and set his sights on the next wasteland wolf.
Compared with fighting Alien Phenomenon creatures, his strength now was significantly less. If it were in the Alien Phenomenon zone, he wouldn't need to toss the wolf-like creature away, as a mere swing of his fishing rod could cleave it in two.
Or one thrust could open a large hole right through its body.
