The remaining four instantly collapsed.
The bloody scene, far beyond anything they had imagined, completely shattered their psychological defenses.
How could sixteen people have been slaughtered the instant they closed in?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Four people—two drivers and two machine gunners.
They pulled the machine-gun triggers.
Rat-tat-tat-tat!
A dense barrage of muzzle flashes swept forward.
The vehicles nearby started up and raced away.
Yet Mu Fan's indifferent eyes watched the two vehicles retreating. The energy braid behind his head unfurled, and with one step, his body instantly split in two.
A ghostly green afterimage formed a trail behind him as his figure vanished in an instant.
The nightmare had only just begun.
—Shadow Assault!
The two off-road vehicles that had just started suddenly stopped.
Ghostly green trails streaked through the vehicles and fused into one.
The Dragon Rider's figure solidified.
Mu Fan turned with a chilling air, his eyes beneath the dual-faced mask looking back calmly.
Crack...
Confusion filled the four men's eyes as a straight Blood Line emerged from the crowns of their heads.
They, along with the vehicles beneath their feet... split in two.
Time stood still. The dust settled.
There was still one member of the Giant Elephant Mercenary Group left—the sole surviving scout. At that moment, he stilled even his breathing, pressed tightly against the trunk of a hundred-meter-tall tree with his eyes shut, and remained motionless in a state of feigned death.
He had never shown himself from beginning to end.
Yet his heart was pounding uncontrollably.
The mask retracted, and the armor covering his body faded into jade-white bone fragments. Mu Fan suddenly looked up at the canopy above him, a trace of mockery curling at the corner of his lips.
He lowered his head and casually picked up a heavy folding blade designed