In the command room of Twilight Fortress, Mechanical Man Canon entered commands desperately, making Twilight Fortress swiftly escape the battlefield.
It couldn't afford to worry about the consequences anymore, even if a hasty retreat meant being an easy target, it was a risk it was willing to take.
How the tables had turned, now Twilight Fortress had become the prey pursued for slaughter.
In space, Su Mo shook his head, removed his helmet, and used his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
He was almost speechless. If it weren't for the "Fake Creator Swallower" giving early warning, he would have either died or been left disabled.
At this moment, the communication channel was filled with fervent voices.
"Come on, brothers, don't let the enemy escape!"
Regaining his senses, Su Mo turned to look back and saw the bulky Twilight Fortress sustaining fierce attacks, desperately trying to break away from the battlefield, flying towards Donkye Burial Area.
