"Yes!" The team received the order and quickly prepared to aim their beam weapons for the next round of bombardment.
"Eh?" Yang Yi's brows twitched as he realized that something was wrong.
The fusion Tyrant forms that had been dazedly standing where they were until now had produced enhanced revolving machine guns from the broken coffins after being attacked.
They aimed the black muzzles at the group of Federation players.
"Be careful! Find cover!" Yang Yi's back was drenched in a cold sweat and he immediately shouted.
"Thump, thump, thump, thump!" In the next second, deafening gunfire rang through the night sky.
Tongues of fire continuously shot out from the revolving machine guns!
"Cover! Find cover!"
The dense bullets formed a huge net.
The Federation players quickly lowered their heads and looked for cover.
Yang Yi and the players at the rear hid behind a large cover, a layer of cold sweat on their foreheads.