Even if the metal door could close immediately, when the Insect Clan was less than two kilometers away, the best choice was to place obstacles in their inevitable path, otherwise...
"Clang!"
A grating metallic sound rang out.
A metal sphere, finally spit out by one of the metallic insects, got stuck in the slowly closing metal door.
"Oh no."
Seeing this, Lu Zixun knew they probably couldn't hold this position.
Under Cheng Tianxiang's orderly command, the crossfire indeed kept the metallic insects outside the metal door.
But Lu Zixun, looking at the spent bullet casings scattered all over the ground, was wondering—just how many bullets were left?
"Tianxiang, only the last two magazines left!"
Though the barrage was holding the Insect Clan at bay, it also prevented team members from dealing with the sphere that jammed the metal door,
and now the bullets were almost gone.
