Crush

A raging sandstorm covered the sky like an angry beast!

The Mei nation soldiers in the battle tank that shot the shell could vaguely see a shadow within the sandstorm leaping to a height of about ten meters. Then it smashed into the battle tank that they were driving.

BONK!

There was a loud blast, and the soldiers in the tank suffered a nasty shock that was equivalent to a magnitude-ten earthquake. After the tank stabilized, the four soldiers inside gasped when they realized that Xiao Luo was standing on the roof of their tank.

CLANK!

Then the men heard someone forcing the hatch open above them. A handsome-looking face peered down the hatchway.

"God, help us, God, help us…"

The four men were so scared for their lives that they were breaking out in a cold sweat. They stared at Xiao Luo with deathly pale faces. They were shaking as they prayed to God for help. In their minds, Xiao Luo was a demon.

"God can't do sh*t for you!"