"did you guys feel something pass by behind you just now?" Bombing chicken's voice was trembling.
Especially with the gas mask on, the field of vision was much narrower than usual. In addition, the surrounding gray fog had greatly reduced visibility. The scene in the rift also gave people a sense of gloominess and horror.
Beads of sweat instantly formed on Tang Jiu's forehead and hung on his forehead and cheeks. The muzzle of the mechanical weapon in his hand was aimed at the gray fog as if he was facing a great enemy.
Zhui Feng slowly retreated and ordered,"the three of us stand back to back and guard one side. If something is coming, let's go!"
The three of them immediately leaned against each other, each holding a weapon.
It was quiet in the gray fog, and only the breathing sounds of the people behind the gas masks could be heard.
The three of them felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on their hearts.