On his exoskeleton's back, he carried two Chun Er fuel tanks. With both hands gripping the ignition nozzle, whoosh—a dragon of fire over a dozen meters long spewed from the pipe, engulfing two or three enemies charging ahead, turning them into human torches.
The scorching flames instantly ignited their entire bodies; their bionic skin and real leather sizzled and crackled together, and their agonizing screams sent chills down one's spine.
However, before Sword Saint could celebrate, more members of the Chaotic Blade Association rushed up from the foot of the mountain into the players' position, charging towards them.
More and more enemies fired at the players, who were far fewer in number. Bullets came from all directions. Even though many players wore exoskeletons, it was inevitable they'd take hits, and the enemy, already in a fierce state, wouldn't give them time for a mid-battle reload.
