On the alien landscape at dusk, as the sky grew darker, everything that existed in this place, whether living or mechanical bodies, even those giant conical buildings, gradually became agitated.
Wang Zhifan sat in the driver's seat of the survey vehicle. As soon as the clone soldier shooting outside received his command and returned to the vehicle, he immediately started the engine, turned the car head toward a road beside the buildings, and sped off.
The alien creatures, originally suppressed by the clone soldiers' gunfire, suddenly charged at the survey vehicle like a pack of wild dogs relentlessly chasing after the scent of grilled meat.
And don't assume that the creatures were only chasing from behind the survey vehicle. In fact, they were charging from all directions, including from inside the building they had just left. Although the number of creatures from other directions was temporarily smaller, the scene already looked very overwhelming.
"Mr. Wang! Speed up!"
