Flesh Mountain found it strange too. A group of people had suddenly appeared halfway through and attacked him, and it had happened while he was dealing with the Mutated. Had these Scale Clan people gone mad?
But it was not over yet. Large numbers of strikecraft appeared on the scene, all carrying offensive weapons.
And they completely disregarded the lives of ordinary people, opening fire and bombing directly.
As long as they could kill Flesh Mountain, any price was worth it to them.
The local Evolvers had wanted to question where these people had come from, but several laser cannon blasts forced them back.
"Damn it, this has to be an extremist organization. They don't care about our lives at all."
"What do we do now? And where did so many fighter jets come from?"
Anyone with eyes could see that a few crazed cultists were not a major issue. But who had provided them with weapons? Who had allowed them to bypass oversight?
At a time like this, the global defense system had not reacted at all. Clearly, there was a serious problem.
Even brief communications had been cut off, leaving the entire city unable to contact the outside world.
Flesh Mountain quickly sensed that something was wrong. Unless these people had come to die, they definitely had a scheme.
He decisively abandoned the Mutated and tried to leave first.
But the attackers were even more ruthless. Seeing that conventional weapons could not stop Flesh Mountain, they actually controlled their aircraft and rammed them into him.
Flesh Mountain hurriedly dodged, and the buildings beside him were smashed into collapse.
"Lunatics!!"
He was very curious who could possibly bear such deep hatred for him.
But soon, he realized he had still underestimated just how vicious these people were.
His highly