A minute could accomplish many things.
For example, it could fill the entire ring expressway once more with densely packed Demon Zombies.
For example, it could let more than a thousand Elite Demon Zombies pounce forward, trying to tear through the wall of fire once again.
For example, it could let that Devil Race member, whose power surpassed the extraordinary, close in from dozens of kilometers away until it entered firing range.
Or, it could let eighty ordinary mercenaries advance to Captain-tier Mercenaries.
However, Zhang Yang realized that he had still underestimated the intelligence of this Devil Race member.
Because the first thing that Devil Race member did after rushing over like a meteor was punch apart an overpass that formed part of the ring expressway, directly triggering a collapse spanning several hundred meters.
And that overpass was less than two kilometers from Zhang Yang's convoy.
Amidst the clouds of dust, that Devil Race member strode over. Though it stood less than three meters tall, every footfall smashed a huge pit into the hard road. This completely destroyed Zhang Yang's tactical plan of using the ring expressway as a battlefield and the tanks' high-speed mobility to kill large numbers of Demon Zombies.
"Screech!"
The convoy had no choice but to halt and turn around rapidly.
At the same time, Du Chao, Tian Bo, and Liu Yuan, the three King-tier snipers, began firing. Zhang Yang also swiftly organized the other Captain-level Mercenaries who had just advanced and switched weapons, locking onto the target and preparing to focus fire at any moment.
But in the next second, everyone sucked in a cold breath. The shots from Du Chao and the other two were directly blocked by a black streak of light casually spat out by that Devil Race member.
No one knew