Chapter 802: The Art of Heavenly Collapse

Woo!

Woo woo!!

Within Death Valley, where the army is stationed, a loud alarm suddenly sounded from the west.

An enemy attack!

Immediately, the entire army was alerted, countless elite warriors rushed out from the marching tents.

Cries of agony suddenly spread from the west, swiftly extending toward the center of the camp.

Three figures moved like phantoms, shuttling through the special forces on the perimeter, as if in an uninhabited realm.

Among them, a burly Western man took the lead, and as he charged through, none could stop him. He dashed into the crowd, waving his hands, causing those he touched to spit blood and be flung away; the unlucky ones who got caught were torn apart like foam models.

Dadadada!!!

Bullets densely hit this man's body, but it was like scratching an itch. The power of bullets from AK and M16 level firearms seemed unable to cause him any harm.