"Monster..." The thug was stunned.
He couldn't even muster a thought of resistance.
The tide-like darkness engulfed him, swallowing his courage.
Gunfire rang out, and the thug's body was instantly tossed by the raging wind.
Xu Xiaoyou adjusted the muzzle towards the truck's carriage ahead, where the machine gun was still spewing.
"What... what's your situation?" Ling noticed the anomaly.
"Don't look," Xu Xiaoyou said casually.
"I'm about to lose it!"
In this crisis, Ling felt her consciousness was about to be torn apart, as if a lead ball was falling from a height at every moment, harshly striking her head.
Blood kept seeping from her eyes, mouth, and nose, her face as pale as paper.
"Then withdraw the barrier."
Xu Xiaoyou gripped the gun in her hand tightly, tilting her head slightly, her gaze slanting, locking on the frenzied expression of the machine gunner in her sights.
