Committee Retreat

A strange shriek rang out—the distinctive firing sound of an Apostle's cross beam cannon. Under the simultaneous barrage of the eight main guns of the Pojun, Unit-10, which had previously lost its head, had its AT Field shattered in an instant. Its body was completely blown apart, reduced to dust amid the explosion. The Committee's two starships reacted swiftly as well, immediately splitting into separate positions and concentrating their fire fiercely on the Pojun. For a time, the cross beam cannons of all three starships flashed without stop, and the entire sky was blasted—"Hypocrite!" The foodie refused to be outdone. Raising its head, it snorted before turning its gaze back to the spirit aphid, its greedy expression making Lu Wei laugh again.

Tang Feng was still unable to make sense of it when a white figure suddenly darted out of the grass nearby and rushed toward Tang Feng and Xia Huo.

He was still sitting on the ground. The wound on his neck where the ghost soldier had bitten him was still bleeding. Although Zhang Fei had arrived in time to save his life, and the ghost soldier had not bitten through his neck, the wound still looked rather terrifying.

"As long as Senior Brother agrees to help me, I can tell you the secret right now!" Ling Yumo said, lightly shaking the jade talisman in her hand. Clearly, the secret was contained within it.

Not long afterward, Xia Xue heard a car start. She climbed out of bed and unconsciously walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and watched the police car gradually disappear from her sight.

Reinforcements arrived here one after another from Lian Base. Even ordinary people had been mobilized, yet after fighting for so long, the number of mutated beasts remained enormous.

Seeing several flying