Even angels need to dye their wings gray depending on the situation
"What shall we do now?" Wu Yijun approached Bai Zemin and asked in a slightly apprehensive tone of voice.
Bai Zemin turned around and observed the expression on everyone's face.
Of course, each and every one of the approximately 680 soul evolvers present was tense. How could they not be? They could not be blamed. After all, even from afar, they heard the terrifying explosions caused not only by the bombs hidden underground but also by the tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition fired.
If the other side had enough ammunition to waste at will, then was there even hope of winning this battle? Although they had monsters like Bai Zemin, Shangguan Bing Xue, Chen He, and a few others supporting them, truth be told; the firepower of modern weapons still weighed heavily on their hearts.