Accompanying the final bullet in Wang Yunxiao's magazine running out, the giant in front of him could no longer support its body and collapsed to the ground with a loud crash.
Everything in front of him vanished into thin air.
Hell, along with everything in it.
Guozi swung a punch into the air and stared blankly around him.
Beyond the wreckage of a nearby car, there was only a dark, empty wilderness, as if the enemy had never existed in the first place.
He looked up and saw Wang Yunxiao, carrying the Liuyun Rifle and walking towards him with heavy steps from a distance.
"Big brother, did you kill that thing?"
"Killed it? No, it just couldn't hold on any longer," Wang Yunxiao replied.
What did that mean? Guozi couldn't understand Wang Yunxiao's words and felt utterly confused.
Wang Yunxiao waved his hand, too lazy to argue and turned to face Yan Yu'an.
