"Damn!"
Xiao Zheng's heart sank.
Knife Missile!
This was the most representative weapon of technological power in the world today. From small knife missiles to medium knife missiles to large knife missiles to intercontinental knife missiles capable of carrying nuclear warheads, each was a national treasure that could change the course of a battlefield.
Facing such a forbidden mist, Xiao Zheng felt waves of crisis, even for him.
"Blocking it head-on is absolutely impossible."
In this life-or-death situation, Xiao Zheng remained extremely calm, thinking, "The only way now is to evade! Only by evading the lock of this knife missile can I save my life."
Thinking of this, a glimmer appeared in Xiao Zheng's eyes. With a thought, his entire aura changed in an instant. He seemed to transform into grass and trees, into rocks and mountains, merging completely with the environment.
"Lost the target, lost the target."
