"Boss, the distress signal is out. What do we do now?" Little Fatty asked anxiously.
"Everyone, get in your Mechas. Retreat in this direction according to the plan. I'll do my best to buy you time, but if they split their forces to chase you, you'll be on your own," Lin Xinghai said after taking a deep breath.
Facing a Fourth Level Mutated Zombie, the most Lin Xinghai could do was escape with his life. Even just trying to hold it back would be difficult.
As for resisting it head-on, that was completely out of the question.
While giving these instructions, he was still pulling the trigger, doing his best to help the convoy eliminate more Abyssal Creatures.
But perceiving the Fourth Level Mutated Zombies rapidly approaching, he had no choice but to leave the firing platform, return to the Armored Vehicle, and get inside his personal Rare Level Mecha.
"Ah Xing! You have to be careful," Liu Miaomiao said, filled with worry, as she boarded another Rare Level Mecha.
