Tier Two monsters were still Tier Two monsters, after all. Not only were their hides thick and tough, their vitality was terrifyingly tenacious.
Most of the players who had come as reinforcements were driving only first-tier Vehicles.
A large portion did not even have vehicle-mounted weapons. They could only lean out through their windows and attack with weapons in their hands.
Bullets struck the monsters' scales and thick hides, throwing off trails of sparks without inflicting any lethal damage.
As time passed, the players rapidly burned through their ammunition, while the monsters' ferocity was fully unleashed.
A blood-soaked Tier Two Violent Ape leaped more than ten meters into the air and slammed down onto the roof of a pickup.
Its terrifying weight crushed the vehicle into a metal pancake. Then it grabbed the wreckage and hurled it at the nearby convoy like a bowling ball.
Boom, boom, boom!
Another dozen or so Vehicles were destroyed in a chain reaction.
"Brother Pi, this isn't working!"
A player covered in blood shouted in the channel, "These are all Tier Two monsters! A lot of our guys can't even break through their defenses!"
"We're almost out of ammunition, and our Vehicles' durability is plummeting!"
"If we keep this up, we're all going to die here!"
"We should retreat!"
As screams and cries for help kept pouring through the channel, Brother Pi's expression turned utterly grim, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Damn it!"
Brother Pi punched his seat, his eyes filled with bitter reluctance.
They had mobilized more than four thousand people, yet before they could even touch the hem of Never Checks the Fuel Gauge's clothes, a pack of monsters had sent them fleeing with their tails between their legs.
If word of this got back to G35 Zone, how was Brother Pi