Gunshots continuously echoed on Long Street.
The tank's tracks crushed the remnants on the ground, rumbling forward.
The Extreme Path members engaged in chaotic battles suddenly looked back, unable to believe what they saw, and unable to comprehend what was happening.
When the gates of Hell open, is this what it looks like when hordes of Evil Ghosts return to the human world?
Dressed in iron armor, holding swords, with ferocious figures, stepping over pools of blood.
Spreading death.
The squads crafted for war walked leisurely down the street, slowly raising their assault rifles, aiming at the slaughter targets ahead, pulling the trigger.
Following up, a grenade was tossed from a raised hand, rolling, dispersing countless fragments amidst a loud explosion.
Whether in anguish or roar, the massacre units advanced in an orderly manner from all directions, killing all the Hybrids before them.
