In the midst of the bullets amidst the storm, Oskilov dodged left and right, clicking his tongue in admiration.
"Excellent spear technique. Speaking of sniping, you could be considered the best in the world."
His body changed with incredible speed, and his voice fluctuated between near and far.
However, every time he attacked, it gave Yang Fei immense pressure and a sense of crisis.
Nuannuan was driving, never daring to stop, and within moments, the truck had rushed more than twenty kilometers.
On the expansive wilderness was a vast prairie, with low-hanging clouds at the horizon, seemingly touching everyone's heads.
On the truck, Oskilov's figure shifted left and right, forward and backward, changing with myriad variations.
If it weren't for his constant fear of Yang Fei's Dragon Talisman Bullets, this guy would have long since closed in to mercilessly kill Yang Fei.
