Yao Guodong was stunned.
"How could there be a fourth-level disaster follower on the front battlefield?"
Looking at the soldiers who had just been stirred up by Qin Shi's pre-battle speech, Yao Guodong's heart turned cold.
He knew very well that facing the assault of a fourth-level disaster follower, Qin Shi's chances of survival were very slim!
In the Huangquan Training Camp, Fu Lei, holding an enamel cup of tea, had a solemn expression, his dark face as hard as iron.
"The fourth-level impact... Xiao Qin, he's... in trouble!"
"Boss!"
On the Kirov airship, Long Qiuyuan vigorously pounded on the Mechanical Soul, trying to get it to transmit the information to Qin Shi.
"Energy reading off the charts! It's the Blood River Typhon! Fourth-level disaster! It can activate any flesh substance, including what's on you! It loves to use enemies as culture mediums! Splitting sub-bodies! Self-devouring!"
The Mechanical Soul wailed helplessly.
