The wave-like mass of Mutants closed in on Xiao Yi and Xu Woshi, but in an instant it turned into a violent storm rushing towards them.
And Xiao Yi and Xu Woshi simply pulled the trigger with indifferent expressions.
The muzzle's flash was as bright as the sun; the continuous gunfire sounded like torrential rain.
The interval between shots was so short it was almost non-existent, as they swiftly changed magazines, their practiced movements taking hardly any time at all.
In these negligible few breaths, thousands of Mutants at the front had been knocked down, bursting forth violently, their skin, bones, brains, and blood liberally splattering in the air.
The air, tinged with the scent of rotting flesh, was a bit pungent, but in the next moment, it was dispersed by the oncoming wind.
Xiao Yi pulled the pin from a hand grenade and violently threw it into the densest part of the Mutant horde.
