The head flew up again, and it was larger by a circle, rushing towards the truck where Ren Zhong was.
Ren Zhong felt a bitter taste in his heart.
This damn thing grew stronger after consuming people, much faster than the truck.
No escape.
Bai Feng in the back of the truck wouldn't stand a chance either.
Two seconds later, he made a decision.
He decided to take over Wen Lei's rear-guard duty.
"Keep heading south! I'll hold that thing off! Don't look back!"
Letting go, Ren Zhong floated down from the truck cab, taking a deep breath, first boosting the output power of his armor to its current limit of 53.17 kilowatts, and then gripping the Arc Light Saber in both hands, charging straight ahead to meet it.
Time rewinds to half an hour earlier.
Lin Wang and the professional team seemed to have taken something wrong today, maxing out their firepower value since entering the valley, even eating lunch while fighting.
