Bang!
The Nether Hunter that had failed in its sneak attack and been caught in concentrated fire suddenly exploded into countless points of light.
Perhaps because it had taken too many armor-piercing rounds, it did not condense into a Nether Crystal for Wang Chen.
But Wang Chen did not care. He swung the muzzle toward the other Alien Races.
At that moment, several dozen more Nether Hunters came lunging viciously at Wang Chen!
The tragic death of their companion had clearly enraged these Alien Races.
But in the next instant, they found themselves as though they had suddenly plunged into a swamp. Their entire bodies were wrapped in thick mud, their flying speed abruptly dropping as their movements slowed by a hundredfold.
These Alien Races did not know that while Wang Chen had taken out the Gatling Six-Barreled Machine Gun, he had also condensed a thick Psionic Power barrier around himself.
After Wang Chen entered the Eight Rings level, his control over Psionic Power had reached an entirely new height.
He could certainly have unleashed the full force of his Psionic Power and exterminated all the Nether Hunters directly, but that would have consumed too much. If there were even more Alien Races entrenched in B00785 Base, he could easily be forced into a passive position.
So Wang Chen chose a more "effort-saving" method and set up a death trap.
All the Nether Hunters that crashed into the Psionic Power barrier were bound by this invisible force. Instinctively sensing that something was wrong, they began struggling desperately to break free.
At this moment, Wang Chen replaced the ammunition belt, locked onto a Nether Hunter, and pulled the trigger.
Because the Psionic Power barrier would also block bullets, under his deft control, that Nether Hunter regained its freedom—only to immediately suffer