The wreckage of the Mayflower fell like a meteor, transforming into a fiery rain that descended upon the moat dimension.
Wang Yunxiao, enveloped in raging purple flames, had just landed when he was confronted with a row of dark gun barrels.
"I'm on your side!"
When he shouted these words, he had already been hit six times.
Seeing the bullets bounce off his body, the garrison soldiers from the Special Service Bureau finally lifted their gun barrels slightly.
On a day like this, with demons and evil spirits running amok, even if someone looks identical, it may not be the real person.
The method used by the garrison soldiers to verify identity was simple and crude—shoot first and survive to prove one's identity.
Wang Yunxiao steadied his footing, waved his hand at the garrison soldiers behind him, and looked up.
Today's moat was as lively as ever, filled with all sorts of supernatural creatures and the smoke and fire of guns.
He had merely entered one battlefield from another.
