The hurricane whir swirling from the helicopter slashed across the dark night sky, two hazy shadows leapt down from the helicopter in the sky, landing in front of a small building still aflame.
"The scent of blood is strong, many have died."
The person on the left, dressed in casual white attire, stepped on the overgrown weeds, his gaze falling on the somewhat desolate open main entrance of the small building.
"We can't get in touch with those mercenaries."
The shadow on the right, wearing black combat suit, glanced at the laser sniper cannons that were still ablaze on either side.
"One hundred men and they couldn't stop a D-level Transcendent," the person in casual clothing snorted coldly, "even if there were one hundred pigs standing in the way, the enemy wouldn't have been able to kill them all in such a short time."
"Who's there?"
The figure on the right in the combat suit suddenly raised his head, looking deeper into the small building.