"This..."
The four American Black Panther mercenaries felt a vicious gust charge at their faces, and when they opened their eyes again, they saw a weapon with a tri-edged groove pointed right in front of them. It hadn't pierced their eyeballs, but that harrowing experience certainly sent a chill down their spines.
Sweat drenched the backs of the four American Black Panther mercenaries. It wasn't until this moment that they suddenly realized the vast extent of the gap between them and the four Red Devils.
It was apparent that the other party had not planned to take their lives yet; otherwise, they would undoubtedly have been reporting to the King of Hell by now.