Just as everyone was feeling desperate, waiting for fate to arrive.
Bang!
A sudden loud noise echoed, deafening, as if a shell had slammed into the wall.
The entire floor trembled violently, dust falling from the ceiling.
Immediately after.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of brutal collisions followed, like the dense pounding of war drums.
Accompanied by the immense sound of twisting steel and cracking cement, pounding on everyone's heart.
The sound seemed to come from the other side of the hall.
Zhou Liang suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils contracting sharply.
He forced himself to remain calm, his gaze fixed through the writhing gaps of the monsters, staring intently into the depths of the gray mist.
There, a figure was willingly rushing into that terrifying monster crowd, engaging them in primal hand-to-hand combat.
No gunfire roared, only the sharp sonic boom of fists tearing through the air, and the dull thuds into flesh.
