Cold Kick Sends Her Flying

When darkness completely shrouded the area, it had to be said that the team Captain Wu had brought was indeed highly disciplined. After a brief stir, they stopped panicking.

However, that did not have any particular effect.

A shadow appeared like a ghost at the rear flank of the formation, where the Second Squad's cover position was.

Knock, knock. Crisp sounds rang out as the metal Steel Edge lightly tapped against a Helmet. The rearmost soldier instinctively turned around.

Then a fierce gust of wind lashed toward him.

Bang!

The soldier was sent flying aside, foam spilling from his mouth.

Only then did the few people in front react.

But the shadow never entered their field of vision. The spinning, heavy Steel Edge struck their backs one after another.

"Who!?"

Wu Ju shouted sharply and looked toward the Second Squad's cover position, only to see a mass of shadows hurtling toward him.

Eight soldiers crashed down one after another at Wu Ju's feet, their suppressed groans and cries of pain filling the air.

Wu Ju's hand trembled. He had nearly pulled the trigger.

If he had sprayed down so many teammates himself, things would truly have gotten out of hand.

"Switch to Arc Rifles. Avoid friendly fire!"

"Fourth Team, fire illumination flares!"

"Yes!"

It would have been better if that reply had never come, but the moment the faint acknowledgment sounded—

The shadow in the darkness moved lightly, and a cloud of dust silently spread beneath its feet.

The captain of the diagonally positioned Seventh Squad had just reached behind his waist when his body stiffened. Instinctively, he sensed something was wrong.

An especially cold aura lingered at the center of his back. His body froze for a moment, then he gripped the illumination flare and tried to fire it