Only two Weirds remained, both at the third tier.
Luo Fan readied his missile launcher again. Although it could not kill its targets outright, it could severely wound third-tier Weirds.
This launcher truly lived up to its rank as a third-tier uncanny artifact. In terms of destructive power alone, it far surpassed his Weird Gun.
Another two missiles blasted out in succession, leaving both third-tier Weirds grievously wounded on the ground, their auras feeble.
Seizing the opportunity, Han Shanzhong, Ximen Chuixue, and the others attacked together, kicking the enemies while they were down and successfully slaying the two severely wounded Weirds.
Huff, huff...
Sweat poured off Han Shanzhong as he slumped to the ground, his chest heaving like a bellows.
"S-so exhausting. After all that fighting, it must be nearly dawn, right?" Niu Dagang twisted his arms as he spoke.
"It's five thirty in the morning. Dawn isn't far off," Lin Feifei answered after taking out her Doomsday Phone to check.
It had been around eight or nine at night when they encountered these Weird Tides.
Now it was already around five thirty in the morning. Had this battle lasted a full nine hours or so?
Had it really been that long?
Luo Fan was inwardly surprised.
But thinking it over, there had been hundreds of first-tier Weirds at the start. There were so many that the chaotic fighting had gone on for ages.
Then, when the dozens of second-tier Weirds appeared, they had fought for who knew how much longer.
And then there were these four third-tier Weirds...
All told, it did seem reasonable that it had lasted nine hours?
"I never imagined we'd fight straight through the night!" Han Shanzhong looked deeply moved.
"More importantly, we can now handle third-tier Weirds too," Lin Feifei said after a moment