The transport truck sped across the wilderness, breaking through the mist.
Chen Qing focused entirely on driving, making sharp, drifting turns to evade a barrage of arrows.
"Have we really not been exposed? Why are there so many of them? Are we the masters of order, or are they?" Zhou Yiming stood on the roof of the vehicle, gripping his sword with both hands, unleashing wild bursts of Sword Qi to fend off rockets raining down from above.
Meanwhile, Lu Qingqing had already set up her sniper rifle inside the truck. Each thunderous roar from the gun's barrel was followed by a devastating Arrow of Destruction tearing through defenses, blowing apart the pursuing helicopters overhead.
"The key issue is that these transport trucks are ours. This means several other teams have already been ambushed. Either they've been annihilated, or they've abandoned their vehicles and fled, putting all the pressure squarely on us."
