Facing the endless swarm of insects, even if he exhausted his Spiritual Power, it didn't reduce the scale of the infestation.
He let out a bitter laugh and raised his gun to his chin, intending to save the last bullet for himself; he didn't want to be slowly devoured by these bugs.
Pulling the trigger, a slight click sounded; his Spiritual Power wasn't enough to fire the bullet. The mercenary's face twisted momentarily, and he screamed in collapse, dragged into the swarm by several predators, gutted alive. The man experienced agony, struggle, and finally numbness, dying painfully, with the live stream freezing on his gray face.
After five hours of resistance, the mechanized brigade's front completely collapsed, the tattered flag fluttering in the bloodstained dawn.
...
In the dim room, red alert boxes flashed across the screen.
"Cold Crow Team has disconnected communications."
"Forest Sheep Team has disconnected communications."
"Qinglu Team has disconnected communications."
