Old Ma rolled over in a panic, barely avoiding the spikes that suddenly appeared under his feet. His heavy breathing mixed with cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.

He raised his head in panic and glanced in the direction of Lu Nange and the others out of the corner of his eye - just one glance, and his heart sank suddenly!

How could those dozen people be fighting for their lives? They looked like they were just strolling in their own backyard!

While they were chatting and laughing, the ferocious brothers on their side fell down one after another like leeks being cut!

Zhizhi sat on Lu Nange's shoulder, seemingly harmless, but the vines quietly surrounded the battle circle...

Lu Nange didn't make any big moves, just casually flicked his fingertips, and a breeze passed by, and someone fell to the ground, clutching his throat and bleeding...

The youngest, Lu Beiye, was considered a "soft persimmon" by many, but as the child's fingers fluttered, countless golden threads coiled around him like the Grim Reaper's scythe, silently reaping lives...

Lu Xici's fireballs seemed to have eyes. Just when the opponent thought they had found a blind spot and were about to launch a sneak attack, he would smash the scorching fireball into their face, and the air was filled with the smell of burning flesh...

Chi Yanzhou and Gu Qi didn't deal with them like zombies, they just used lightning and water to strike...

At this moment, a lightning bolt struck those with strong superpower fluctuations, and the other hand grasped the palm, and the living superpower user quickly collapsed to the ground like a zombie that had been drained of energy...

Shi Xu only glanced up casually, and someone suddenly restrained the explosive power as if possessed by a demon, and the next second, they were instantly shot in the head by an attack from nowhere...

Wen Qingjing stood behind the group, holding a silenced pistol. He moved the muzzle slightly, and someone across from him fell to the ground, a bloodstain between his eyebrows...

Gangzi's body didn't grow any bigger, he just flew high and low beside Wen Qing, his small eyes scanning everywhere...

Lu Nange and his group were chatting intermittently, and Gu Wan, He Zhuo and Ji Xian somehow cooperated with them!

He Zhuo and Ji Xian used spikes to force people to move, while the other used a wall of earth to encircle the people. Finally, Gu Wan flicked his fingertips and the Mars, which was compressed to the extreme, bounced into the crowd - boom!

Old Ma felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to his head: [This isn't a battle! This is a one-sided massacre!]

Old Ma couldn't bear it any longer and let out a heart-wrenching cry towards Yao Zhuo, who was forced to retreat repeatedly by Chi Yanzhou's lightning.

"Boss! We can't hold on any longer! Their ideas are too tricky... These guys are so damn weird! My brothers... are almost dead! Let's retreat!"

At this time, Lao Fu and his team, who were standing on the outer roofs and responsible for support and "back-up", saw the crushing situation in the field clearly.

Old Fu watched helplessly as Lu Nange and his gang acted so relaxed, and then saw his own brother, who usually acted so arrogantly, now as vulnerable as a paper tiger. His heart sank, and it felt cold...

[It's over! It's all over! I've hit a wall... The people at the Sharp Blade Base weren't exaggerating... How could they be tough guys? They're clearly the devils of hell, out to take my life! Evil spirits!]

The man holding the grenade beside Lao Fu came closer tremblingly: "Brother Fu... let's run now?"

Another person echoed in a trembling voice, "Brother Fu... Boss definitely can't beat them. If we don't run now... it will be too late!"

"Brother Fu... stop thinking about it! It's too late. All of us brothers will be left here!"

In the center of the field, Yao Zhuo was already sweating profusely.

Chi Yanzhou's lightning strikes were like walking a dog, forcing him to use his subordinates' bodies as cover to dodge, without any ability to fight back.

He glanced at his wailing brothers, then at the opponents he'd casually scratched off like their names were on a life-or-death list. His temples throbbed wildly, fear and rage rising...

They were the ones who were looking for them, and Yan Xin and his people would never let it go.