These heavily-armed tanks are specially designed to deal with warriors, and every shell is fired with energy.
Warriors are able to resist foreign objects, and their skin is as strong as steel. Most of it depends not on how hard the skin itself is, but on the layer of energy covering the skin.
The use of Qi Jin by warriors is the most basic, and Qi Jin is also changeable. It can be transformed into swords to kill enemies, and it can also be transformed into armor for defense.
In many cases, this kind of invulnerability is just a manifestation of some superb warriors covering the surface of the skin with Qi as thin as cicada wings for defense.
Therefore, for such warriors, heavy tanks will be of great use.
Generally speaking, no warrior can withstand a hit from a heavy tank head-on.
So Zhang Jun is quite confident.
Even if these shells can't kill the strong men of the Holy Mountain, it shouldn't be a big problem to beat them to half a disability.
Zhang Jun raised his eyes and looked up.
Like everyone else, he can't take his eyes off him.
After a while, the dust over there gradually fell to the ground, and the hazy scene became clear.
However, as the scene gradually became clearer, people's expressions also changed.
There were expectations and confidence, but in the end, everyone's expressions turned into fear and shock.
I saw those strong men from the Holy Mountain stepping out of the dusty fog and heading this way.
Everyone was safe and sound, there was no damage on their bodies, and there were no traces of shell blasts on their skin.
It seems that these tanks are not firing shells, but streams of air...
"How...could...could..."
Zhang Jun was stunned and his head went blank.
Everyone else was also dumbfounded.
Dozens of heavily armed tanks pose no threat to these people?
What's going on with these people's skin? If they were using energy to defend themselves, shouldn't they have been blasted to pieces long ago?
"Could it be...that what's strong about them is not their strength, but their torso, their skin and flesh?" Zhang Jun said blankly.
"What kind of monsters are these? What kind of monsters are they?"
"Why can't this be killed?"
"Even the artillery shells of the Dragon Group troops can't kill them. How can we kill them with our swords?"
"What should I do? What should I do this time?"
People were shouting in fear, and they were all extremely hesitant, not knowing what to do at all.
The leaders of the powerful clans were even more frightened, and they were too lazy to pay attention to others, and hurriedly retreated with their men.
But at this moment, where can they retreat to?
The strong men of the Holy Mountain suddenly burst into action, running forward like bloody bulls, suddenly accelerating and crashing into the crowd here.
Their strength is so great that after hitting someone, they can smash that person's body into pieces, making them unstoppable.
These strong men did not use swords, but only used their arms, waving wildly when entering the crowd.
Every blow can kill a person alive.
No one can withstand their power.
And once someone dies, they will immediately look for that person's heart and devour it, as if these hearts are the most delicious food in their eyes.
People were extremely frightened and stared with wide eyes.
They discovered that this did not seem to be a fight, but a hunt.
A hunt by the strong men of the Holy Mountain.
At this moment, these people of the Holy Mountain can no longer be called human beings, and their various actions are no longer to protect the Holy Mountain and protect the chief genius.
They seem to simply want to fill their stomachs...
