Sarama pressed the switch, and as soon as it was turned on, there was a countdown, ten, nine, eight... As soon as one was counted, the launchers around began their frenzied ejection.
In total, there were ten launch ports, and under such circumstances, it would not just be one object per launch port; rather, it would eject randomly. It might be that just as something is ejected, the next object could be launched from the same port, designed to prevent shooters from identifying patterns and gaining an advantage.
In short, it was too difficult, extremely difficult; achieving high shooting accuracy in such a situation was akin to hitting an aircraft in the sky with a grenade, both equally challenging.
Sarama believed in Li Yifei, so she eagerly anticipated his impressive performance.
Covering the place over her heart with one hand, where her heartbeat was already accelerating, Sarama nervously swallowed.
