The gunfire was far away, and the other half of Prisra still hadn't figured out what was supporting the bear's physical exertion. Even a ferocious creature has a rough limit to the amount of energy in his body, and his original plan was to rely on the flexibility of the team and the special ammunition he carried on his body to consume it.

But after so much time, I originally thought that the state of the loud noise would soon fall from its peak, and in the end, I didn't have to make a move myself, and I could watch the giant bear wrapped in the proliferating dragon organization die out naturally. But after going up, it can't fall again, and the regeneration rate of that layer of keratin is also a little abnormal, and the damage caused is indeed there, but the amount of ammunition in the team is almost unsupportable. The rate of fire of the firebolt can shoot a magazine in half a minute, even if it is fired in bursts. The weight is certainly several times that of a trained soldier, but it also cannot withstand such attrition.

And even if the giant bear is eliminated, Ernes and the others, who are nowhere to be seen, will need a lot of ammunition to deal with. Prisra once again blasted the bear's body to charred black, and after the cuticle was peeled off, the bright red proliferative tissue underneath had adapted to it, and it was much tougher than before. The effect of the bullets on it was reduced, and these organizations, which were more difficult to deal with than steel, made the people around them have no good way to deal with them for a while.

The roaring bear swooped down on the team regardless of physical exertion, shattering the ice with each palm. Dodging has become proficient, but the giant bear's attack has also changed at this time. The upturned ice became its throw, and the force of the bear's paw shattered it to send the Xiaoice out like a normal bullet.

When the damage accumulates to a certain level, the condensation of the body means that death is very likely. Prisra looked in the direction Yi had left, and immediately yelled in code. Then he drew his pneumatic sword and tossed the light.

Seeing this, the three captains immediately withdrew from the giant bear, and at the same time took out their pneumatic weapons, and their arms and legs, as well as their winter clothing, were also covered in a layer of insect-like crust material in the next moment. The rest of the team retreated in an orderly manner, and within a few breaths, the gunfire died down, and a dark red light lit up around the bear.

Presra rushed to the front, with the three captains following behind. It seems that special training has been carried out before the assessment begins, and the cooperation of the four people quickly pulled several black scorch marks on the giant bear's body. Those cuticles really have no resistance to the high temperature of the pneumatic sword, and there is no sense of hindrance when the sword goes down, as fluent as cutting ordinary steel.

At this time, he did not forget to command the people around him, but concentrated on dealing with the giant bear who was in a state of rage all the time, and Prisla's words were just a reminder and a general direction.

The sudden switch of attack was so uncomfortable that the bear slammed it at Prisra, its claws slicing through only one remnant, and a stream of red light swept over the claws. Immediately, under the precise control of Plisra's machine, the shadow was pulled back directly along the undisappeared afterimage, and a sword picked a gap in the giant bear's forelimbs.

The other palm followed with a cry of air, and the three captains blocked it at the most opportune time. In the sound of "snort", there was no need for the captains to exert force at all, and the pneumatic weapon easily cut through the arm of the giant bear with the help of reaction force, reaching the bone.

More than a dozen people around took this opportunity to rush over in unison, and the giant bear immediately withdrew his hand at this moment, and the next moment his forelimbs were raised high, and his body bent down in the moment after standing upright, relying on the strength of his whole body, two huge bear paws slapped on the ground. The thud was like a violent explosion, and the wind that produced it pushed the snow away like a wave, and the cracked and upturned ice made the figure of the pouncer unstable. The next moment, they relied on their own dexterity to adapt, and after a short pause, the men rushed towards the giant bear again.

Instead of taking advantage of this attack, the giant bear opened its mouth after gaining a buffer time of less than a second or two, and a large amount of proliferating tissue gathered at its throat, and the cuticle was stretched open with dense cracks. Immediately, it began to vibrate at an extremely high frequency, and transparent ripples began to originate at the throat of the giant bear, spreading out in all directions.

The raised snow mist was danced in these ripples, and it seemed that only a few people could hear the screeching sound of the waves themselves, while most of the rest could only catch the rustling sound caused by the violent movement and friction of the snow and fog under the waves.

The people who rushed over began to lose their balance one after another, falling crooked on the ice. No sound had reached their ears, but they felt the sharpness of the metal rubbing against each other burrow into their heads. Vertigo quickly takes over their brains, and some people cover their ears and actively cut off hearing from their brains. It's just that it's a little late, and when the line of sight is also distorted in the ripples, everything around seems to begin to crumble layer by layer in this silent roar.

When the giant bear stopped roaring, only a few people will always know. Under the high-frequency rhythm, the tissue in the bear's throat becomes almost completely powdered, but this does not prevent it from being used in other parts. At a distance of about ten meters, it can only be reached by moving one or two steps. The weight combined with the force of the drop can easily make an extra splash of blood on the ice. With a palm, several people were swept away dozens of meters away from the ice cubes.

One of them struggled in midair, and all the blood he spat out stuck to his jaw. As he fell into the snow, he rolled a few times before stopping, and just as he tried to get up, a hand reached out of the snow behind him and crushed his neck. Immediately, in the subtle rustling sound that no one cared about, several others were buried forever by the snow in the same way. Then a man with blood on his face and chest rose from the snow, walked unsteadily, took his pneumatic sword, and gathered again with the rest of the people beside the bear.

On the other side, in a little snow and mist, the giant bear can take the lives of several people with a few palms. Prisra and a few captains rushed over at this point. There was no pneumatic sword in Prisla's hand, but there seemed to be something invisible on his palm and arm, a slender object that was real but not easy to catch.

Prisra stretched out her arms and suddenly closed her hands straight less than a few meters away from the bear, her palms striking her chest with a crisp "pop" sound. The next moment, the three captains raised their weapons together, and raised them from Prisla's closed hands at the same time.

With the sound of "snort", the captains' weapons sparked out of thin air. Prisra also stood firm, twisting his waist in one direction with the captains. The clothes on his hands were torn apart in an instant, revealing a skin of inferior leather, with dozens of raised cones on top of it, like thin threads threaded through them, and a great force pulling the leather up at the other end.

As the four twisted Plisra, a plural trilling sounded in the air, as if the taut strings had been plucked by an iron tool. The giant bear was uncontrollably dragged by the invisible object, slid on the ice, and spun around Prisra for most of the week before being thrown out more than ten meters away.

Prisra immediately retreated at this moment, and at the same time took something from his waist and held it in the palm of his hand: "Avoid it!" He clenched his fist and pulled it towards himself with a loud roar, and the leathery skin eroded into his face.

With a "click", something shattered in Prisla's fist as he closed his eyes.