"Is that... it?"
"That's all?"
Feng Long licked his lips and rubbed the back of his head. He stared at the writhing flesh in the distance, utter surprise washing over his face.
The warriors went absolutely wild against the charging giant mutant beast!
Perhaps it was pent-up frustration from Guan Yuan's ambush two nights ago. Or maybe it was a surge of raw courage triggered by facing a monster that seemingly only existed in horror movies.
A single, deadly volley of gunfire tore the creature apart. It was ripped to shreds before it could even let out a proper roar.
In the rear, the men in the makeshift trenches stared blankly at the ground. Many hadn't even recovered from the deafening gunfire.
It was... over?
Not only were there no casualties, but not a single person was even scratched?
"That's a ghost? You kiddin' me? On TV, these things phase right through walls, possess folks, and eat bullets for breakfast. But this one just keeled over?"
