111: Chapter 111 Offense and Defense in Transformation

Saint Descending Upon the World felt that they were specially trained people after all, and Li Yunlong was merely relying on the power of those two crossbows to suppress them so they couldn't lift their heads.

As long as they could close in, the opponent's crossbows would no longer have any advantage!

But in the next second.

"Ah!"

A scream rang out, and a pitch-black blade tip violently pierced through the steel plate of the escort vehicle!

Accompanied by the screams of the person outside, fresh blood trickled inward through the hole in the steel plate.

The expressions of everyone inside the car changed drastically. Saint Descending Upon the World abruptly turned his head to look outside the car window, his breath pausing for a fraction of a second.

Such thick alloy bulletproof steel plate, a full eight millimeters thick, which even rifle bullets couldn't penetrate, had actually been forcefully pierced right now!

"Is this fucking still human?"

Monstrous panic instantly surged in the depths of Saint Descending Upon the World's heart. The confidence he had just made up his mind on to rush out for close combat was instantly extinguished completely.

The person before him was by no means a weakling who won by relying on weapons, but a monster with inhuman combat power!

"Go, go, go! Hurry up and go!"

His face was pale as he shouted sternly, immediately ordering the lackeys in the front row to drive, wanting only to escape this dead zone at all costs.

Outside the escort vehicle, Chen Ze held the longyin saber in one hand, its pitch-black blade gleaming with a cold light, and the blade was easily embedded in the heavy alloy steel plate.

The very last guard who didn't have time to board the vehicle had his chest and abdomen pierced through by the blade, his body pressed tightly against the outside of the vehicle body, completely losing all breath.

"Clang!"

Chen Ze pulled out the longyin saber with a yank, and the man's body slid down limply, revealing a bloody hole resembling a scar.

"How dare you blow up my Fortress! You've got some real guts!"

His voice was not loud, but it was cold to the extreme. Everyone inside the escort vehicle felt that monstrous killing intent!

"Go! Hurry up and go!"

Saint Descending Upon the World roared out, and the lackeys in the front row no longer dared to delay, slamming their foot onto the accelerator, and the entire escort vehicle shot out instantly like an arrow off a bowstring!

Just at that moment, a sturdy figure suddenly pounced through the air—it was Fatty!

His heavy body slammed heavily onto the alloy hood, and a loud crash of "Thud" shook the entire vehicle violently.

His feet seemed to have taken root, steadily stepping on the front hood of the escort vehicle.

"You little bastards! Want to run? Did you ask your Fatty first?"

Fatty glared with bovine eyes, gripping the e-grade spear tightly with both hands, and gave the windshield a fierce thrust!

"Thud!"

A muffled impact sound exploded, and dense spiderweb cracks instantly spread across the bulletproof windshield.

The hard explosion-proof interlayer dented slightly inward, and the violent vibration passed along the vehicle body into the cabin, causing the heads of the few people inside to feel dizzy for a moment.

Saint Descending Upon the World's pupils shrank sharply.

What did he see? The person before him almost poked through the bulletproof glass with a single spear thrust? What the fuck kind of monster was this!

"What are you standing there frozen for? Hurry up and shake him off!"

In fact, even before he urged them, the lackey had already done so.

He violently spun the steering wheel left and right, and the entire vehicle body immediately began a violent serpentine swing, the wheels digging up a sky full of yellow sand, attempting to directly flip Fatty off the hood by relying on the large-scale shaking.

But Fatty's feet were firmly wedged in the protruding gaps of the hood, and one hand tightly gripped the front anti-collision steel beam of the car, his lower stance as steady as a monolith.

No matter how frantically the vehicle body twisted, his body only swayed slightly along with it, showing no sign of falling off at all.

"Just this little bit of skill? Time to die for me!"

Fatty grinned and tightened his grip on the spear once more.

"Thud!"

Another fierce, heavy thrust!

The bulletproof glass, which was already covered in cracks, was instantly breached, and the e-grade spear drove straight in, heading directly toward the driver's neck.

"Squelch!"

The sharp spear tip easily pierced skin and flesh, and fresh blood spurted out along the spear shaft.

That driver didn't even have time to fully emit a scream before his body suddenly stiffened, his hands slipping powerlessly from the steering wheel.

The escort vehicle instantly lost control, its front violently veering to the side and directly overturning, unable to move a single bit anymore.

Inside the cabin, Saint Descending Upon the World and a group of lackeys slammed heavily against the walls of the vehicle, and immediately two of them were injured, with bright red blood flowing down their foreheads.

"B-Big Brother, the car has overturned! W-What should we do?"

A lackey spoke tremblingly.

Saint Descending Upon the World shook his somewhat dizzy head, forcing himself to calm down, and quickly scanned his surroundings.

The escort vehicle had now overturned and could be considered completely incapable of moving again, while the two gods of slaughter outside were ruthless characters who could split steel plates and pierce bulletproof glass; going out to fight them would be even more of a court of death!

What should he do? Saint Descending Upon the World wanted to ask that himself!

He forcefully suppressed the panic in his heart, forcibly steadied his tone, and growled lowly at the trembling lackey beside him.

"Don't panic, everyone! Stay in the car; this thickened alloy armor is our barrier, and even that Li Yunlong can't do anything to us!"

Although he said that, Saint Descending Upon the World had no confidence at all.

The image of the opponent piercing the steel plate with a single blade earlier was still echoing constantly in his mind, and that terrifying power still made his back feel cold until this moment.

The atmosphere inside the cabin was suffocatingly oppressive. A lackey with a pale face and uncontrollable shivering mustered up his courage and spoke in a low voice.

"Big Brother, why don't we surrender? Those two people outside are too ferocious, we simply can't beat them!"

As soon as those words fell, Saint Descending Upon the World abruptly turned his head, a fierce glint violently surging in the depths of his eyes, and he raised his hand to pull out a golden Desert Eagle, its pitch-black muzzle pointing straight at this person's head.

"What did you just say?"

The icy muzzle pressed against his temple, and a bone-chilling sense of fatal crisis instantly enveloped this lackey. He trembled all over in fright, hurriedly shrinking backward, his hands waving repeatedly.

"Big Brother, d-don't be impulsive! I have a clumsy mouth and said the wrong thing! I will never dare talk nonsense again!"

Saint Descending Upon the World stared at him intently, his fingertips resting on the trigger, the muscles on his face twitching involuntarily.

In a desperate situation, the most taboo thing was the collapse of military morale; once someone conceived the idea of surrendering, the rest of the people would quickly fall apart.

"Remember, if we fall into Li Yunlong's hands, none of us will have a way out alive!"

Saint Descending Upon the World said in a deep voice.

"We blew up his Blockhouse, and the grudge has long since been settled to the death; surrendering means death anyway! Rather than sticking our necks out to be slaughtered, it's better to fight to the death and take a gamble!"

The remaining lackeys were silent like cicadas in winter, and no one dared to say another half a word.

Outside the cabin.

Fatty had been pressing against the steel plate eavesdropping on the movement inside the cabin, and the dispute inside just now fell into his ears without missing a single word.

He hadn't expected that this Saint Descending Upon the World, even with death staring him in the face, could still suppress his subordinates to make a last-ditch desperate resistance; his spine was indeed quite hard.

"How are you brothers chatting in there?"

Fatty leaned down and peered inside through the bulletproof glass.

Seeing that it was this god of slaughter, the people inside the car immediately tightened their nerves and hurriedly took out their weapons to be on guard!

"Don't be so nervous. As long as you come out and surrender, I, Fatty, guarantee not to kill you!"

Fatty prepared to use the same old trick, first tricking these people out of their turtle shell before talking.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Saint Descending Upon the World directly raise that glittering golden Desert Eagle!