Concussive armor-piercing rounds screamed with a low whine, spinning as they bored into their target!
Countless proximity mines were triggered in the same instant. The resulting shockwaves and shrapnel formed a dense, lethal storm of metal.
The roar of weapons, the thunder of explosions, and the shriek of energy tearing through the air converged into a frenzied symphony of destruction. The entire subterranean space trembled violently, as if it could collapse at any moment.
In front of the monitor screens, Old Ghost and the others felt their hearts leap into their throats.
They stared intently at the screens, not daring to breathe. 'With such a dense blanket of firepower, even an Immortal would have to shed a layer of skin, right?'
