The four demon-shaped Weirds looked about the same size as ordinary people. Terrifying auras radiated from them; they were unmistakably third-tier Weirds.
As Niu Dagang and the others looked at the four Weirds before them, every face turned grave.
Even at their peak, they would have had to stay completely alert against third-tier Weirds, let alone now, when everyone was heavily depleted and practically on their last legs.
Yet at that moment, Luo Fan took out his newly purchased anti-tank launcher, loaded an anti-tank round into it, and aimed at one of the Weirds in midair.
"Luo Fan, what is that thing?" Zhao Chunfeng asked in surprise, looking at the launcher resting directly on Luo Fan's shoulder.
Leaving its power aside for the moment, the sight of that shoulder-mounted anti-tank missile alone was terrifying.
Luo Fan had no intention of wasting words. After locking onto one of the Weirds, he fired the missile.
A long trail of flame burned from its tail as it sped toward the Weird he had locked onto.
Clearly sensing that the anti-tank missile's destructive power posed a threat, the Weird rapidly beat its enormous bat wings, trying to evade it.
But the "guided" in "guided missile" was not there for nothing.
Although the Weird beat its bat wings and dodged, the missile automatically curved through the air, turning to pursue it.
Something that could not automatically lock onto and track an enemy was called a shell. How could it qualify as a guided missile?
When used against tanks, this missile could even turn and climb high into the air, then descend vertically to attack a tank from above.
Boom!
The missile struck the Weird, erupting in a terrifying explosion.
In the darkness, it drew more attention than any dazzling fireworks display.
At that moment, everyone-even