This time, the insects' attack focused on the other side of the mall. Although this side was hit as well, Feng Jun's squad only had Little Wu's Gauss Machine Gun roaring, while Old Wang and Old Wa's Electromagnetic Guns fired twice.
Yet less than a minute later, the fourth attack arrived. Veins bulged on the back of Feng Jun's hand as he gripped the Plasma Cannon.
He had originally thought the Insect Race's fourth attack would be a saturation assault, an endless offensive launched from one direction—under normal circumstances, the firepower of ordinary combat units simply could not withstand the Insect Race's relentless attacks.
Unfortunately, at the very last moment, the Insect Race changed formations. Only a little over a thousand insects charged in, more than ninety-eight percent of them at the Qi Refining Stage. There were only around thirty Emergence from Dust Stage insects, and they were hiding in the rear.
In fact, that was no small number. Most of the insects attacking from the sky were at the Emergence from Dust Stage or above. The Qi Refining Stage ones were all naturally flying types; their absolute numbers were considerable, but once divided up, there were not many in each group.
Feng Jun did not take such numbers seriously. He kept one hand on the Plasma Cannon, ready to fire at any moment, but regrettably, he never got the chance.
The fourth wave passed just like that. Until evening, the mall only suffered scattered harassment.
Well, calling it scattered was not quite accurate. The main point was that the mall's protective shield was powerful enough that the harassment was not even worth returning fire.
As darkness gradually fell, everyone felt they had finally made it through the day. Just as they were about to stand up, Feng Jun suddenly