章 479: Chapter 90: Dense Fog Envelops

Several seconds later, Filippov ran out of bullets in his sidearm and shouted, "Reloading," as he stepped back to change the magazine.

At that moment, he heard heavy footsteps. In the blink of an eye, a tall Prosen combat engineer burst out of the thick fog, charging at him with a Wolf Fang Club raised high.

Filippov raised his rifle, barely blocking the strike.

The powerful impact bent the rifle barrel, as thick as a threading machine, out of shape. Despite the rifle absorbing much of the force, Filippov was still pressed down into a half-kneel by the remaining power.

He thought that this was it, he might meet his "Grenade of Glory" moment, his hand instinctively reaching for a grenade. But just as he grasped the grenade, the enemy's body tilted to the side and fell to the ground, motionless.

The Wolf Fang Club slipped from the bent rifle and fell into the weeds.