The peaks of two lines collided, like jagged teeth, instantly scattering a piece.
Without cannons, people clashed in the most primitive ways, but with the boon of evolution, the battle was wilder and more brutal.
In the blink of an eye, countless people on both sides fell.
Leading the charge was not the mute Ding Hui, but a Black Bandit riding a motorcycle, with Zhao Yuan sitting behind. As bullets swept by, an invisible energy barrier appeared around the vehicle, forming a streamlined cover. The woman sitting in the front wrinkled her nose, a flash of ferocity in her eyes.
"Hold tight!"
The motorcycle then surged up the gravel slope, leaping sharply.
"Boom!"
A Four Nations soldier who couldn't escape in time was smashed into two pieces by a head-on collision. Landing, the motorcycle was not damaged in the slightest; instead, it roared more fiercely into the crowd.
The soldiers in its path were crushed like tomatoes.
