The metal net, imbued with corrosive energy, surged into the Chief's body along the wounds.
Lin Weiguo unleashed his might, volleying energy bullets, the thunderous roar of explosions incessant.
The red-lipped woman's team fought desperately. Just now, when a companion slacked off slightly, Jiang Xiuming took control of his body and fed him to the Chief.
"These guys are really brutal," cursed the red-lipped woman, but seeing Tang Zheng struggle to counterattack and the wounds that kept appearing on the Chief's body, she regained some confidence.
"The Warhammer Team is so lucky to have a Group Leader like this," she secretly wished to join Tang Zheng. His abilities were simply too versatile and dominant. This was just half the team; if all were present, they'd surely have overthrown the Chief by now.
Most of the surviving Newbies were dead, leaving only five. Although they were scared, they dared not flee because the Chief would target the Cowards who ran away first.
