'Boom--!'
Piercing shockwaves swept from behind, the devouring flames swept behind everyone, and with the harsh explosion sound, a group of people leaped forward, thrown far away by the blast wave, each crashing heavily on the ground.
Joshua Sulliven opened his eyes, only to hear a roaring sound in his ears, almost unable to hear anything.
However, before he could react, bullets were shot at them from the front, apparently they had been ambushed here long ago.
Fortunately, Stuart Truman and his men had already come back and quickly carried out the rescue, preventing them from becoming live targets.
Joshua Sulliven gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, his figure somewhat unstable, his clean fingernails full of mud, his back filled with debris, pebble glass, and tempered glass, sharp as a knife, a bloodstain spreading.
