At the front of the passage, heavily armored aberrants pursued Am. Am was covered in blood. Su Xiao had arranged a safeguard beforehand: when Am could no longer hold out, Bubu Wang would rescue him and teleport him away for an hour.
As he ran at full speed, Am looked at the communicator in his hand. Baja was in just as much danger, so he could not let Bubu Wang come to his aid yet.
Boom~
A khaki shock wave swept in. The Black Iron Tremor Bell on Am's body shattered. It had absorbed too much impact, and the life-saving artifact could no longer hold out.
"We found another one."
A Fission Aberrant blocked Am's path. He was very thin and half a meter shorter than the other Fission Aberrants, but he was carrying half a corpse in his hand—the corpse of Widow West.
Without a doubt, he was a commander.
This Fission Aberrant was named Manso, and he was the strongest among the commanders. He was in a completely different league from the others. If Crimson fought him, she would definitely die within ten minutes.
Tap, tap, tap~
Footsteps approached. A Little Fatty wearing biker clothes and a pineapple haircut walked over. Both hands were in his pockets, and he wore spiked shoes. A small metal pair of scissors hung from his right ear.
A faint smile played across Little Fatty's face. His narrowed eyes studied Commander Manso with interest. He had not come to reinforce Am, but to rescue Widow West. Unfortunately, he had arrived a little too late.
"Heh."
Little Fatty stopped. When Commander Manso saw him, the ease in his eyes vanished. This human—no, this might not even be a human. In any case, he would be difficult to deal with.
Under Commander Manso's gaze, Little