"You know about missiles, right? It only takes one! Never mind that we are merely entry-level mechanical generals right now, even a weapon would have absolutely no chance of surviving. Moreover, the Origin Territory at the foot of the mountain will face indiscriminate bombing! If you're willing to drag those thirty thousand people down to the grave with you, then come on and try me!"
Licking his lips, Sun Bahu spat out another mouthful of thick blood. A glint of madness flashed in his eyes. Having exhausted all his trump cards without taking down his opponent, he was now in a desperate, life-or-death Status.
"Oh?" Su Mo frowned and halted his attacks, looking at the man mere inches away. Sun Bahu was already severely injured, and it would only take a few more strikes to finish him off.
