The slaughter was everywhere, staining the brilliant starry night with a deep crimson, even the air seemed tainted.
"Stinky bitch, let's see where you run this time?" Li Wenbo panted, blocking Dong Zixuan into a factory, laughing triumphantly.
Behind him were three newbies who died on their first entry into the Trojan Horse Game, as humble as unknown ants.
Dong Zixuan took out a can of spray, spraying it on her wound a few times. Although the bleeding stopped, the pain continued to spread, like an iron clamp constantly twisting her nerves.
The policewoman's Seed Ability wasn't bad, but it focused on area attack and lacked explosive growth, so in front of the fully armed Li Wenbo team, it didn't have much advantage.
At Dong Zixuan's stage, excellent equipment is still an important weight on the balance of the battle, determining the direction of victory.
