Night Battle

Driving his motorcycle, Yang Hao sped through the various houses at an extremely high speed.

Countless abandoned buildings and ruins receded rapidly beside him, turning into blurry, receding shadows.

Soon, he saw Qin Zhu.

The giant, who had been shielding himself with his shield, also saw Yang Hao.

The two looked at each other in silence.

Yang Hao drove his motorcycle and sped off.

Qin Zhu lowered his center of gravity, held his shield forward, and assumed a defensive stance against the impact.

However, Yang Hao did not charge at it head-on.

He turned the motorcycle around, bypassing his opponent's front.

Yang Hao used his Mechanical Prosthetic Limb to control the motorcycle powerfully and steadily, while raising his other hand.

That hand held a submachine gun.

Pointing at Qin Zhu, Yang Hao pulled the trigger.

Ratt ratt ratt!

The muzzle spewed flames as the bullet streaked through the air, the friction heating the bullet's surface, causing it to glow a faint red.

This leaves streaks of red in the air.

They were pointed at Qin Zhu's side, Qin Zhu immediately turned around and moved his shield.

But Yang Hao, driving the motorcycle, was just as fast as Qin Zhu.

Only a small fraction of the bullets were intercepted by the shield, making clanging sounds and scattering countless sparks.

Most of the energy fell on Qin Zhu, but a faint glow of Primal Energy rose from Qin Zhu's body, condensing into the blurry outline of armor.

Mystic Art, Iron Armor!

Qin Zhu had already secretly cast Mystic Art, ' Iron Armor,' on himself, which blocked the bullets.

Yang Hao did not stop firing; he continued to drive the motorcycle, circling Qin Zhu and firing continuously.

Qin Zhu roared repeatedly from behind the shield.

"Coward, you'd rather spar with your grandpa!"

"What good is just running around!"

Yang Hao completely ignored him, and the motorcycle had already left tire tracks all around Qin Zhu.

Qin Zhu dared not launch an attack rashly; he had not forgotten that there was a sniper hiding in the shadows.

Thus, after Yang Hao ran out of bullets, he also depleted Qin Zhu's ' Iron Armor '.

Just as a flash of light appeared on Qin Zhu's body and his ' Iron Armor ' disappeared, Yang Hao controlled the motorcycle, turned around, and aimed the front of the motorcycle at Qin Zhu.

He twisted the accelerator to the max and sped off.

The motorcycle engine roared as it charged straight toward Qin Zhu.

As they drew nearer, Yang Hao pulled on the front of the car, lifting the front wheels.

He jumped off the car, rolled twice on the ground, and then jumped up.

The motorcycle roared towards Qin Zhu. The burly man unleashed a burst of Primal Energy, and a Elephant Phantom appeared around him.

Qin Zhu raised his shield and rammed it into the motorcycle, the collision producing a loud bang.

The motorcycle was sent flying to one side by Qin Zhu's impact, crashing heavily to the ground. The fuel tank ruptured, and gasoline gushed out.

The locomotive slid backward, scraping violently against the ground and sending up bursts of sparks.

A few sparks landed in the gasoline on the ground, and immediately, flames erupted with a loud bang.

The flames then quickly spread to the locomotive, where a flash of light appeared, followed by a violent explosion.

Blazing Flame shot skyward, outlining a golden edge around Yang Hao.

Taking advantage of Qin Zhu crashing into the motorcycle and creating an opening, Yang Hao rushed over.

He drew the long sword from his back.

It brushed past Qin Zhu.

The blade flashed, like a silver rainbow hanging on Qin Zhu, which was not protected by armor.

A spray of blood mixed with bits of flesh flew out.

Qin Zhu let out a scream and involuntarily knelt down on one knee.

He looked up and glared angrily at Yang Hao.

Just then...

With a sound.

He shook his head rapidly, his helmet deformed, and the Elephant Phantom slightly blurred.

However, he was ambushed by Zhang Chenyang, who was hiding in the shadows.

Although the shot didn't kill Qin Zhu.

Even with the weakening effect of the Primal Energy layer, the impact of the sniper bullet was still like a Great Hammer.

The knocking made Qin Zhu dizzy and lightheaded.

Blood flowed from inside the helmet, quickly trickling down his face.

Yang Hao sprang up and turned around, leaning forward with a sinister grin on his face.

They rushed back.

The blade slashed down, aiming for Qin Zhu's arm as he held the shield.

Fresh blood spurted out.

The knife nearly reached the bone, causing Qin Zhu to scream in agony and lose his grip on the shield.

when.

The heavy, black shield crashed to the ground, splattering droplets of blood.

After delivering his attack, Yang Hao dragged his sword and fled.

It rushed for more than ten meters before stopping.

Then they turned back again.

Qin Zhu seemed to have no strength left; he knelt on the ground, his injured arm hanging limply.

But just as Yang Hao rushed to his side...

Qin Zhu suddenly erupted.

He suddenly turned around, and with his left hand reached out to grab Yang Hao's neck.

Yang Hao seemed unable to stop himself and rushed straight forward, only to have Qin Zhu grab him by the neck.

Qin Zhu grinned maliciously. "Got you!"

He was about to crush Yang Hao's neck.

Yang Hao, his face flushed red from being pinched, brandished his long sword.

The blade sliced across Qin Zhu 'Qin Zhu chin, then cut his lips and nose, finally lifting the giant's helmet.

Qin Zhu immediately changed.

Almost simultaneously.

His head jolted violently.

Then, like tofu that had been violently impacted, the muscles and bones first compressed and piled up to the left.

Then, with a bang, it exploded into a distant wave of blood.

A bullet flew out from the spray of blood and flesh.

At this time.

A loud, thunderous gunshot rang out from the darkness in the distance.

That's the sound of a sniper rifle!

Qin Zhu had half of his head sliced off by a single shot, his eyes wide open, and his body tilted and fell to the ground.

He fell to the ground.

Yang Hao then broke free from his large hand, followed by a violent coughing fit.

After coughing for a while...

He then grinned maliciously as he got up and kicked Qin Zhu's corpse.

"Fool, I let you catch me on purpose."

Yang Hao exhaled a breath of stale air.

He then picked up the long knife.

He took two steps, then collapsed to the ground.

He suddenly broke out in a sweat; the battle that had just taken place, though seemingly brief, had been far too intense.

Yang Hao's physical Primal Energy have been depleted by seventy or eighty percent.

Unable to fight any longer.

The village is in the distance.

At a drainage ditch.

Luo Zi and the others were running quickly toward a small bridge ahead.

Just then...

The locomotive engine and gunfire rang out simultaneously.

Streaks of fire illuminated the night, pointing directly at Luo Zi and the others.

They had no choice but to stop and look for cover.

Looking out from behind a low, dilapidated wall, Luo Zi saw a motorcycle speeding towards them.

The rider on the motorcycle wore a cloak and a menacing Nuoxi Opera carved wooden mask.

He probably emptied the magazine, threw the gun aside, and suddenly leaped into the air from the motorcycle.

He was in mid-air, his entire body radiating a burst of Primal Energy that resembled Blood Mist.

Then the long sword was drawn, emanating an extremely strong bloody aura.

It was as if countless lives had been slain.

Then the long sword slashed down, the blade spreading out a blurry ripple that looked like it was formed from Blood Mist.

Blade energy!

A cloud of Blood Mist mist slashed down from the sky, its target clear: Luo Zi.

Luo Zi's pupils contracted slightly. He roared and unleashed his Primal Energy, slamming it down on the blade energy above his head.

A palm print immediately appeared within the Blood Mist and sword energy, the sword energy deformed, and exploded with a bang.

The powerful energy radiated outwards, causing Commander Shi Chuan and several soldiers to cover their heads and dodge.