The battle continued, and Zhang Menglong's men harvested those Level Seven life forms like phantoms. Whether they were hiding in ships or under the protection of Level Six life forms, the Flying Tigers Squad still easily took their lives.
"No, we can't spread out like this; it'll just get us defeated one by one!" More than 30 remaining Level Seven life forms immediately realized this.
They had already tried to escape, but couldn't tear open that red barrier. Even if Level Seven life forms crashed into it, they'd be severely burned.
Now only by working together could they have a slim chance of survival.
They quickly gathered together. Besides a few hundred people still holding off the cannon fodder's desperate counterattack, the rest directly encircled them.
"Director, they don't actually think that teaming up will allow them to break out of our encirclement, do they?"
"Hahaha, just the right number of 30 people gathered together; we don't even have to look for you."
