The Siege

Whoosh!

Wind swept through the high sky, washing away the drifting clouds and clearing a star-flecked night sky, with a silver disc hanging high above.

Under the cold moonlight, two blood-red streaks formed a cross.

At that "cross," Wang Feng saw Wu Mu.

The man's body, along with the sniper rifle in his hands, had been scattered beside that "cross."

Smack.

First, half an arm bearing a ring on its pinky fell to the ground, followed by a thigh, the sniper rifle, and the relatively intact upper half of his body.

Clatter!

The severed limbs crashed onto cars and fell into the alley, scattering across the ground.

Wang Feng sucked in a cold breath.

Although Wu Mu was only at Advanced level one, his sniping skills had been an indispensable weapon on the Battlefield.

He had not died in the successive battles before, nor in the final clash, yet he had died tonight!

Wang Feng's pupils widened slightly.

At that moment, Mo Shan's roar rang through the communicator: "Wang Feng, Wu Mu is dead! Wu Mu is dead!"

Their private relationships were ordinary at best, and sometimes they even schemed against each other. But seeing Wu Mu die so horribly, they could not help feeling the sorrow of a fox mourning the death of a rabbit.

"Got it."

Wang Feng roared in response, "What are you waiting for?"

"Detonate Zone Three immediately!"

Although Wu Mu had died, he had forced the prey into the designated position.

The moment Wang Feng finished speaking, explosions erupted one after another throughout the area where Luo Yan was. Rising flames and billowing dust merged into one.

Flames raged, and thick smoke rolled.

The entire area had been razed to the ground.

Wang Feng and the others arrived nearby. Armored vehicles surrounded the place, while