These micro missiles did not explode, but they had an effect far more terrifying than an explosion—they burrowed into the Anomaly Soldiers' bodies, then rapidly transformed into thousands of metal pellets that burst outward in every direction!
Not only were the Anomaly Soldiers struck by the micro missiles torn to pieces, but even nearby Anomaly Soldiers were caught in the blast radius. The sudden barrage of pellets was impossible to evade—caught off guard, dozens more Anomaly Soldiers were reduced to pulp.
"Does this count as Yan Yu'an taking them out?" Wang Xiyi shot Sun Hang a glare. "You're going too far."
"It's not like we're having a contest to kill Anomalies. I was just lending a little 'help.'" Sun Hang shrugged.
"You said a second ago that we didn't need to do anything, but now you've killed the most Anomalies, haven't you?" Wang Xiyi complained. "That one attack alone took out nearly a hundred, right? The rooftops over there have practically been cleared."
"Hehe." Sun Hang scratched his head. "My hands were just itching."
Wang Xiyi said, "Then why aren't you going in personally?"
"Don't rush... these are just small fry. Elite monsters will show up later. It won't be too late for us to step in then," Sun Hang said.
"How do you know there are stronger Anomalies?" Wang Xiyi frowned slightly. "I haven't sensed anything at all."
"I'm guessing." Sun Hang grinned. "These Anomaly Soldiers are too weak. Apart from their numbers, their individual combat ability is worse than the soldiers in any random reconnaissance squad... If Baikal's Remains could only field this much combat power, that would be the truly strange thing."
"That's true..." Wang Xiyi nodded. "Then how strong do you think these so-called elite monsters will be? Like that tank earlier?"
"I couldn't say."