A squad of Imperial Guards rushed past him, then split into two, pointing guns at each other in confusion.
Ch-ch-ch-ch.
Numerous laser beams crisscrossed the air.
Bodies, burned and pierced by lasers, fell to the ground one after another.
Centered around Lin Xin, an immense, invisible circular force field enveloped a vast surrounding area.
Anyone within this range, even if affected by the Tight Martial Ring's force field influence,
could only barely weaken Lin Xin's visual control. This might work for some illusionists.
But for Lin Xin at that moment, it almost meant nothing.
No one spoke; the strict discipline of the Imperial Guards was evident.
As more bodies fell, a greater number of cloned soldiers surged forth.
Then they rushed to Lin Xin's side and committed suicide en masse.
By the time he reached the gate of the first checkpoint, hundreds of bodies were already lying densely around him.
Whether elite or regular soldiers, they meant nothing in front of him.
