As the monster leaped into the air, a pitch-black shadow happened to fly in from above, colliding with its body.
The sound of flesh being crushed by machinery made the three onlookers grind their teeth.
Afterward.
The heavy motorcycle skidded across the street, leaving scorch-black marks, stopping at the roadside with a gush of steam from the exhaust pipes at the back.
The monster was in a more miserable state.
It was directly knocked back dozens of meters.
The already grotesque body became even more mangled and bloody.
It was simply unbearable to look at.
However, this collision only alleviated the crisis for the three, without actually inflicting much harm on the mutated monster.
Because each of these mutated monsters was incredibly tenacious in life force.
A blunt impact, without accompanying blood qi damage, was almost never enough to kill them.
Baiyu never thought to use just a mud truck to kill it.
Clack.
The car door opened.
