The wind was blowing fiercely in the wasteland. The wind was filled with the stench of rot and the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke.
Zhao Gang ran forward with all his strength. He gasped for air, his lungs burning. He glanced back, his heart tightening suddenly.
A three-story mutant tyrant was chasing after him. This monster was covered in black armor, and its thighs were thicker than cement pillars. Every time it takes a step, the ground shakes.
"Captain! I can't run away!" Li Ming shouted from the side. He ran so hard that the soles of his shoes were worn out, and his face was covered with dirt and sweat.
