The Wildman who was tanking in the front wobbled and sat down on the ground with a thump. The metal shield on his chest had been beaten out of shape, and the hydraulic cylinders on his right arm's exoskeleton had burst. His whole body was a mess of bruises.
Even though it didn't hurt, he was weakened and exhausted.
"Damn! This fucking BOSS is so hard to kill, high HP and high damage, with strong mobility, it's a total shitshow."
The burly man with a beard in front of him was already dead. His arms were shattered by bullets, and the internal metal muscle wires scattered around like broken springs. His body was full of bullet holes and arrow wounds.
Brother Ni was leaning against the wall, gasping for breath, "Lucky that bastard only had a handgun. If he had swapped it for the shotgun we saw earlier, at least two of us would be dead."
