Figures leapt down from the upper floors—undeniably the Mecha Warriors of the Earthhound squad. Their enhanced automatic rifles all zeroed in on the two vehicles below.
An Earthhound crashed down onto the foremost car with a thunderous impact—directly smashing the hood of Poseidon's vehicle to fragments. The Earthhound immediately trained the machine gun mounted on his shoulder on Poseidon seated behind the wheel.
The recent jolt had left Poseidon and Jack dazed and disoriented inside the car. Yet, seated in the rear, Yuan could no longer restrain himself. Throwing open the door, he summoned a sleek black longsword in his hand and swung fiercely at the Earthhound perched atop the car's roof.
The moment Yuan emerged from the window, the Earthhound's targeting system locked onto him with unerring precision. No matter how swift he was, being the sole target meant the weapons array on the Earthhound could track him flawlessly.
With a roar, the machine gun on the Earthhound's right shoulder unleashed a hail of bullets at Yuan. But suddenly, a dark, shadowy shield of supernatural energy erupted upon Yuan's left arm, shielding his body.
The bullets hammered against the shield with a sharp clatter—no harm befell Yuan, yet his assault was effectively thwarted.
Witnessing all this, the Earthhound's heart sank. These Seven Fiends had grown far stronger than before—his weapons were utterly ineffectual against them now.
Poseidon and Jack exited their vehicle, stepping boldly into the fray.
"Open fire!" the Earthhound commanded loudly.
In an instant, on the relatively narrow street, a battalion of Mecha Warriors unleashed a furious barrage upon the intruding few. Streams of searing tracer rounds sliced through the darkness, illuminating the street in sharp, flickering bursts.
Within the rear vehicle, Caesar crouched, unwilling to expose himself. The glass shattered repeatedly under the onslaught of bullets. Lacking combat abilities himself, Caesar could only shout through the window to Gundam and Zehong outside: "Take them down—quickly!"
Despite the relentless assault, the Mecha Warriors' attacks bore little fruit. Aside from rendering the two vehicles wrecks, their firepower had scant effect. The dark supernatural powers of the Seven Fiends had been refined and solidified by Caesar's evolution; even the Earthhound's machine gun was futile, let alone the automatic rifles of the Mecha Warriors.
Gundam wielded a black supernatural staff, swirling it expertly before charging a Mecha Warrior, his left hand raising a shield to guard his body. The warrior unleashed a furious volley, but to no avail. Upon seeing Gundam advance, a flicker of fear flashed in his eyes.
With a powerful swing, Gundam struck. The warrior's chest armor shattered with a resounding crash, metal fragments scattering. Spitting blood, the warrior was sent hurtling nearly ten meters before coming to a halt.
In Zehong's hand, twin longswords danced with blinding speed, effortlessly deflecting rifle fire. He darted beside another Mecha Warrior, launching a frenzied counterattack. Sparks flew wildly as the warrior's armor was swiftly cleaved into fragments.
Jack and Yuan fought against the Earthhound's Mecha Warriors with similar efficiency—the warriors utterly unable to mount any defense.
Poseidon proved even more formidable. Nearby stood a fire hydrant. Grabbing a fallen Mecha Warrior's automatic rifle, he unleashed a barrage on the hydrant until it exploded, releasing a torrent of white water. Poseidon smiled grimly—this deluge placed the entire street firmly under his control.
Xiaofeng, noticing sparks and gunfire erupting on the street, knew battle had commenced. Rushing to the scene, he was stunned by the spectacle: the four Seven Fiends, paired off two by two, utterly decimating the Mecha squad. Poseidon wielded the unleashed water flow like a weapon against the Earthhound.
The Earthhound's armor opened as miniature missiles locked onto the five combatants. While the machine gun rounds were futile, the micro-missiles promised some effect.
But the instant the micro-missiles launched, a fierce jet of water sprayed over the Earthhound, rapidly freezing him solid into a block of ice. Around his body, a dozen miniature missiles hovered, frozen in place.
Xiaofeng was utterly dumbfounded. Their combat prowess far exceeded his expectations. How had they grown so powerful? Yet now was no time for pondering. A black longsword suddenly materialized in his right hand, and he charged toward the nearest Gundam and Zehong.
The surge of Xiaofeng's dark supernatural power visibly unsettled Gundam and Zehong—they recognized the aura but found this Xiaofeng utterly unfamiliar. Seeing his target was not the Mecha Warriors, they readied themselves to confront him.
Xiaofeng moved with astonishing speed, faster than imagined. He swung his blade at the towering Gundam.
Gundam, a master of martial arts, couldn't discern Xiaofeng's exact moves, yet with combat experience surpassing that of most fighters, he predicted the strike from Xiaofeng's trajectory.
Their martial arts had transcended mere skill, becoming a formidable supernatural ability.
Xiaofeng's blade struck Gundam's staff. Suddenly, a tremendous force slammed into Xiaofeng's chest, like a monstrous beast crashing into him. He was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground in agony.
Gundam maintained his stance, slowly lowering his feet, a disdainful smirk curling on his lips.