Five burly T800s, holding six-barrel machine guns, pulled the trigger, powered on, and the muzzles spun wildly, a flurry of sharp red tracers sweeping across Team Warhammer.
"Activate shields!"
Without the need for Li Xinlan's reminder, everyone turned on their shields immediately, bullets hitting them and sparking off in all directions.
The young woman stomped her left foot onto the ground, and an ice wall soared skyward, but in an instant, it was shattered into chunks of ice by the barrage of bullets.
Sha Ou swung his right hand fiercely, the five T800s were struck by a telekinetic hand, tumbling out, then their heads were grabbed and viciously smashed into the ground.
Five T1000s with grim expressions charged wildly, their arms extending into silver blades, then they leaped, pouncing toward the nearest enemy.
"Liang Mao, save me!" Li Huiwen was frightened, moving closer to the miserable man.
