"Something's controlling them from behind!"
Qin Feng's voice was as cold as ice. "Shanyang He, Zou Yun, hold the line! Pang Chen, keep suppressing the beetles' ranged fire! I need a three-second window to push forward! I'm going for the head!"
"Understood!"
The three replied in unison. They had complete faith in Qin Feng's judgment.
"Hah!"
Shanyang He and Zou Yun exploded with power. One wielding a blade, the other his fists, they stood like two guardian gods, holding the line of Immortals firmly at bay, ten meters away.
Pang Chen also unleashed his full power. A storm of daggers shot from his body, a tempest of death that temporarily suppressed the barrage of green energy blasts.
Now!
Qin Feng made his move.
Instead of a direct frontal assault, he launched himself forward. Like a cannonball, he began sprinting at high speed along the smooth wall.
