Although Shen Chenglie and the other battle-hardened elites of the Adopted Son Faction recognized the danger in the shrieking sound of tearing air, their faces changed drastically as they leaped from their vehicles and sought cover.
Shen Yuhe, Shen Yufeng, and the other pampered bloodline descendants of the Deity Realm were ultimately half a beat too slow.
Their vehicles came under crossfire from large-caliber Anti-Material Sniper rifles positioned at different angles.
Several bullets even bored into the Crystal Engines, successfully triggering chain reactions in the crystal fuel.
As the vehicles turned into blinding fireballs and shockwaves tore apart the bulletproof glass and external armor, blossoms of blood burst from the unprepared Shen family members inside the cabins.
When an Armor-Piercing Bullet as thick as a baby's arm finally blew open the skull of a Shen family member, instantly charring his white brains into coke, the situation finally descended into irretrievable chaos.
The panicked Bloodline Descendant Faction screamed and blindly fired every round they had toward places where they thought the snipers might be hiding.
Naturally, they failed to hit even a single sniper from the Blood Alliance.
Yet quite a few bullets whizzed past the scalps of Shen Yuanbiao's subordinates—wanted criminals who had long since become birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring—blasting horrifying holes into the surrounding buildings and showering them with gravel and iron fragments.
If Shen Yuanbiao had still possessed the ability to speak and act, then even with only his last breath remaining, he would surely have shouted himself hoarse to tell his subordinates, "It's a conspiracy! Don't exchange fire with them!"
Unfortunately, the one issuing orders in Shen Yuanbiao's place was his personal bodyguard, whose gaze flickered uncertainly.
"Break out! Break out at all costs!"
The bodyguard spread his fingers and pressed them