Sodros's gaze was filled with horror, sweeping across the entire battlefield at the crazily firing Magnetic Railguns and Gatling Machine Guns, finally locking onto those Intercontinental Missile Launchers.
"Hiss—according to Xilan, that young man's profession is a Mechanical Expert, could all these be his mechanical weapons?"
"What a joke, the number is terrifying!"
"And those rows of black vehicles, what are they? They feel extremely dangerous!"
Recalling what Li Haotian said earlier, that his attack method is special and doesn't need coordination, Sodros seemed to understand something.
Damn it!
That guy's attack method is essentially large-scale indiscriminate bombing!?
Sodros's heart suddenly contracted, and a layer of cold sweat soaked his back.
He shouted, "Little brother, hold off on bombing! Let me get further away first!"
Sodros, without saying another word, shot back with a whoosh.
Li Haotian's lips curved slightly: "Quite a quick reaction."
