Smoke and dust enveloped the vast plains.
Ninety thousand rocket shells exploded with the effect of a pseudo-nuclear bomb!
Satellite signals were obscured by the thick smoke and dust, and Dr. Isaacs stared at the scene, his eyes widening.
"Is he dead? He must be dead..."
Dr. Isaacs muttered to himself.
Seconds later, a figure fell from the sky.
His body was battered, his blood evaporated by the ash, and the Tang Blade he tightly grasped had already become a bent piece of scrap iron.
"Thud!"
Qin Jiuluo's body fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
"Enemy detected, no signs of life or fluctuation remaining."
The main control system's cold mechanical voice sounded.
"Haha, good! He's really dead!"
Dr. Isaacs laughed heartily, unable to contain his joy.
The death of such a formidable enemy under the attack of the Biochemical Army filled Dr. Isaacs with profound pride.
