Fortunately, they are the residents of Praia, the residents of Praia who live in struggle and blood.
The nighttime war with the terrorist race cast a heavy shadow on their peaceful lives and made them determined to see blood.
The sirens roared in the air, on the ground, above their heads and around them. The bridges trembled at their roars. Their bodies were like the blue sea, endless.
At this time, as long as people looked up, they would see the terrifying sirens with big mouths with sharp teeth. As long as people stretched out their hands, countless sirens would pounce on them, wanting to tear them apart and eat them.
Some people were so nervous and panicked that they experienced tinnitus and dizziness. The rich smell of blood lingered at their noses and hot blood sprayed on their cheeks. The fear of being on the verge of death at any time was enough to crush a person's heart.
At times like this, a single person seems too insignificant in the face of disaster... Once targeted by a group of sirens at the same time, they basically have no power to fight back. Even the Soul Hunter can only kill two or three of them before their necks are suddenly bitten off.
Their death bought a moment for those who continued to run behind them. Those who continued to run behind them were targeted, besieged, and killed... which bought time for those who continued to run behind them...
The number of sirens far exceeds that of humans, and they are almost endless. Even if you kill the one in front, there will be two, three, or dozens of them waiting to pounce on you... They are like rolling waves, waterfalls, and ocean waves, leaving no chance for people to breathe.
The entire team has become a relay team, and what keeps them running is... the fallen bodies and the living lives.
"——Don't care who dies! Don't care who is injured, whose legs are broken, or who can't walk! Step over his corpse, go around his body, and keep running! Charge! Only in this way can we survive, otherwise we will all die! Don't stop——!"
The loud shouts echoed throughout the blood-filled team.
Behind them, the white bridge was shining slightly. On the bridge, there were corpses falling all the way, and the blood was almost flowing into a river.
Blood flowed on their bodies and feet, dyeing the bridge crimson. Blood flowed down the bridge like a bloody waterfall pouring down from the sky.
Su Mingan ran among the core group of people, and at this time, his position was still safe.
The NPCs protected him with their lives.
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