Fang Hong gripped the railing, standing atop the platform.
Watching the four Type II Walkers beside him, their gun barrels spinning and continuously firing out flashes of light, bullets swept through the forest like an invisible giant scythe across twenty to thirty skeletons, slicing them in half, sending them tumbling through the air.
A series of damage numbers flashed across his retina.
Not until the last skeleton fell did he issue a command, "Beasts of Burden, advance!"
"Understood, Brother Ade, the Beasts of Burden are moving forward!" Tianlan replied loudly on purpose.
The Gey Ridge Burden Beast let out a long moo and continued moving forward, its heavy steps causing water to splash, and Chris was the first to rise from the mud, looking back in confusion at their biggest nightmare—now nothing but shattered bones of the defeated Undead Creatures.
The others, noticing his actions, scrambled to their feet, their faces still showing signs of terror.
