I am the only one who can do it: I think I am really going to become an immortal

Chen Yun didn't pay attention to these crazy people.

Instead, he looked at another burly man.

He was the leader of the group, but now he was curled up in a ball, with his arms tightly protecting his head, as if he was still avoiding the non-existent rain of gravel.

His eyes were closed tightly, sweat dripped down his forehead, and even though he had not suffered any physical damage, his spirit was clearly on the verge of collapse.

But he was only scared for a moment.

Calm was quickly restored.

Although there was still some fear in his eyes, compared to the completely crazy survivors, he still had some rationality.

The leader looked towards the rosewood Gundam mech.

There was a flash of fear and madness in his eyes.

Just hesitated for a moment.

He couldn't help but raise the submachine gun beside him and fire at the rosewood Gundam mecha.

It's like venting the fear and anger in my heart.

Although he had recovered from the initial panic, the fear that had penetrated his bones had not completely dissipated.

As his finger pulled the trigger.

He pressed it almost mechanically, and bullets poured out like raindrops, hitting the rosewood Gundam mecha, making a tinkling sound.

However, the mecha did not seem to have suffered any substantial damage.

Theoretically, rosewood cannot withstand such bullet damage.

But here's the thing.

Today's rosewood is very different.

But it would be more accurate to say that it hit a layer of defensive defense rather than hitting the rosewood Gundam Mech.

The mental stance enveloped the surface of the rosewood Gundam mecha, forming a layer of absolute protection.

Like an at position, and also like an energy shield.

In short.

The bullets had no effect on that transparent barrier.

Actually.

Some kind of intuition told Chen Yun that the defensive ability of this spiritual standpoint was equal to the defensive ability of his physical body.

With it, the rosewood Gundam mecha can even touch the real mecha.

As all the bullets in the submachine gun were fired, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

The leader's finger was still tightly gripping the trigger, as if he wanted to prove that he was still in control of the situation.

But when he realized that the magazine was empty and the threat in front of him did not diminish, a deep feeling of powerlessness came over him.

Looking at the intact rosewood Gundam mecha, he was even more unwilling to believe the fact.

Chen Yun controlled the mecha to move forward slowly. Each step seemed extremely heavy, as if leaving the leader enough space and time to accept reality.

The huge figure of the rosewood Gundam mecha seemed to become more majestic with the slow pace, invisibly oppressing everything around it.

"You...who are you?"

The leader's voice trembled.

Chen Yun stopped controlling the rosewood Gundam mecha, his eyes fixed on the leader but he did not choose to answer.

The rosewood Gundam mecha stood there quietly, like an insurmountable barrier, giving everyone present an unprecedented sense of oppression.

next moment.

That transparent mental stance instantly spread out to the surroundings, sweeping across like a shock wave.

All the surviving armed personnel were instantly shot down and killed, and everything was settled.

Not a single one was left alive.