A Gift from Earth: Mazu Number Three Shelter!

"What was that?"

"That's it?"

Licking his lips as he stared at the flesh still writhing on the ground in the distance, Feng Long rubbed the back of his head, his face full of surprise.

The soldiers had gone wild fighting the Mutated Beast that had charged out! Maybe the resentment from being ambushed by Guan Yu'an and her people the night before last had finally erupted.

Or maybe it was because this was their first time facing a monster that might actually be a ghost—something that had only existed in movies and television dramas—and their courage had surged.

With just one round of incomparably precise gunfire, the monster had been torn to pieces.

From its appearance to its death, it had not even managed to let out a proper roar before it had been reduced to scattered fragments.

At the rear, the soldiers crouched in the makeshift trenches and blankly scanned the ground. Many of them still had not recovered from the crackling barrage of gunfire.

It's over? Forget casualties—even the wounded numbered zero. "This is a ghost? That's it? In the TV dramas I watched, this thing could walk through walls, possess people, and was impervious to blades and bullets. But it's already gone after just that?"

"What ghost? This is clearly a Mutated Beast. I saw what it looked like. It seemed to be a giant rat?"

"Bullshit. How could a rat get that big? When it stood up, it was bigger than the cows my family used to raise. Have you ever seen a rat that big?"

"Didn't they say it was mutated? Isn't it normal for it to grow a little bigger?"

"Good grief, it probably soaked in a vat of nuclear radiation for several months. Otherwise, how could its genes have mutated into this?