The group had just been rejoicing at having survived, but now, as they stared at the mutant beasts before them, their faces instantly turned deathly pale, as though all the blood had been drained from them.
Chen Shaoqiang leaped down from the flying vessel, tightened his grip on his weapon, and shouted at the others with a firm, resolute gaze, "Stop standing around! Hurry up and grab your weapons. Get down here and prepare for battle!"
His voice rang in their ears like a war drum, awakening what little fighting spirit remained in their hearts.
Everyone climbed down from the crashed flying vessel. They stood back-to-back, warily watching the mutant beasts surrounding them.
Although everyone was desperate and terrified, their bodies trembling slightly, their eyes now revealed a vicious edge.
There were more than a dozen hideous mutant beasts. Each one was at least six meters long, with black scales covering its body.
Under the sunlight, the scales glimmered with a frigid radiance, making them look like an indestructible suit of armor.
A pair of enormous wings grew from the backs of these mutant beasts. They had folded their wings now and landed on the ground, eyeing the prey before them like tigers stalking their quarry, as though they were looking at a flock of lambs awaiting slaughter.
"Uncle Chen, there are so many mutant beasts, and they're all incredibly strong. We're no match for them at all..."
The young man was trembling with fear, his willpower the weakest of all. The courage he had mustered soon vanished, and he whispered in terror, his voice carrying a hint of sobbing. His legs trembled uncontrollably.
Chen Shaoqiang stared intently at the mutant beasts, his eyes revealing the courage of someone prepared to face death.
Although he knew that their strength was