The skin fissures of the mutant still harbored some small mutants, with membranous wings, bodies black and slippery, sharp and long claws, and a bizarre appearance with pointy faces and thin cheeks. It was hard to imagine these creatures, only the size of a soccer ball, living on such a giant creature's body and constantly moving under the sand.
However, these remaining few were all shock-killed by the impact wave of the 152 demolition bombs, none survived.
Not to mention mutants only this big, even an elephant would be killed on the spot if it were hit at such close range, even without shrapnel.
"Stay back!"
The Neanderthal Clan Leader Bassan, standing far away, reminded the silly and tall black figure not to let his guard down.
Apu pulled out his weapon and stabbed it into the mutant's carcass, then burst out laughing, "It's already dead like this!"
Bassan said emotionlessly, "Be careful of playing possum!"
