Ten kilometers was a short sprint for an off-road vehicle with full off-road capabilities, just a few taps on the gas pedal.
Two minutes later, Wang Zhan could already see the embattled soldiers from a distance.
Yang Hu drove while maintaining communication with the team on site.
His expression suddenly shifted. "It's not just a level 9 beast! This is a small Beast Tide led by a level 9 beast! At least dozens of beasts have gathered!"
In fact, without Yang Hu needing to say anything, Wang Zhan and Song Dongming could already see the situation in the distance.
"I'll go first!" Wang Zhan, as usual, leapt from the moving off-road vehicle and rushed into the battlefield at a speed exceeding the vehicle's.
Hundreds of soldiers had set up a temporary defense line. Those wielding firearms provided cover from the rear, while soldiers at level 5 or 6 held the front line.
They faced a small Beast Tide led by a level 9 beast, bolstered by numerous level 7 and level 8 beasts!
