"No!"
Zhao Mengsheng's expression changed instantly!
They could still withstand fists and bricks!
But bullets? Even as Nine-Star Gods of War, they couldn't withstand concentrated fire from tens of thousands of guns!
"Xiaofei! Fall back!"
Zhao Mengsheng roared, unleashed a sudden burst of strength to knock back the people around him, and pulled Yue Xiaofei behind him!
Bang!!!
Just then!
An iron rod came flying from somewhere and slammed viciously into Zhao Mengsheng's back!
Pfft!
Zhao Mengsheng's body jolted violently!
He could no longer hold back the blood, and it spilled from the corner of his mouth!
"Uncle Zhao!"
Yue Xiaofei's eyes reddened at the sight!
"Xiaofei... we can't keep this up!"
Zhao Mengsheng wiped the blood from his mouth and spoke through ragged breaths, his face pale:
"We... they'll wear us down until we die here!"
Up on the platform.
[Angel] seemed to have grown tired of this game of cat and mouse, too, and their gaze gradually turned cold.
"Since you refuse to fight back."
Their voice became as bitterly cold as the winds of Siberia.
"I'll give you a hand!"
With that, the rhythm of their chanting changed once again!
A wave of psychic energy a hundred times more terrifying than before swept across the entire port like a tsunami!
The controlled crowd all stopped attacking.
Then, slowly, they took out lighters and knives, while some even bit their own fingers open...
They were going to sacrifice their lives in one final suicide attack!
"No-!!!"
Looking at the eyes around him, filled with madness and agony, Yue Xiaofei was overwhelmed by grief and rage!
He had been driven into the most desperate predicament of his life!
At this most critical, most hopeless moment!
Thump!
Thump! Thump!
Yue Xiaofei suddenly felt as though something had slammed hard into