Ji Xing felt she was about to die.
Countless monsters were pouncing one after another, and the massive body of the second-level monster bore down on her like a heavy mountain.
The Huaxia Army beside her had already fallen. She screamed desperately to try to wake them, but received no response.
The gun in her hand could no longer fire in bursts for some unknown reason, and the deafening gunshots made her sensitive eardrums increasingly uncomfortable.
She wanted to abandon the gun, but fear left her without the courage to draw a knife.
Her feet were already bound by the fungal blanket, and in front of this sticky, living substance, her immense strength was nothing.
As if trapped in a swamp, even the simplest movements exhausted her massive strength.
The grenades hanging on her chest clinked against each other, and for a moment, a thought flashed through Ji Xing's mind:
