As the whole world focused on the commotion of the Guard Team from Japan, Chen Yuan remained entirely oblivious.
At this moment, he walked with his hands clasped behind his back, not fleeing, not panicking, but with an air of indifference, he moved toward the direction where the Guard Team was assembling.
Outside of Jing City Suburb, on the road leading to Fuji Mountain, an immense cloud of dust rose and spread across the sky.
Special forces warriors, armored vehicles, and tanks slowly advanced, stirring up a towering wall of dust that nearly cloaked the entire sky.
After the battle between Chen Yuan and Beiye Benzong, Fuji Mountain was temporarily closed off, providing an excellent opportunity for the Guard Teams to set their stage.
In the face of these hulking iron behemoths, Chen Yuan seemed as insignificant as an ant.
Ten kilometers, eight kilometers, six kilometers...