"The last one," Zhang Menglong told the final pilot through the broadcast, "I'll spare your life. Go back and tell the person who ordered this that I, Zhang Menglong, am patient, but that's no reason for them to endlessly annoy me. This is your final warning. Scram!"
The pilot was utterly terrified, with hundreds of hover cannons surrounding him, each dark muzzle aimed at him, feeling like a sword hanging over his head.
As for his comrades, Zhang Menglong's hover cannon all targeted the fuel tanks—none of the other 59 pilots survived; they all perished.
They had thought this would be an incredibly easy battle, yet the battle was indeed effortless, but the ones mercilessly slaughtered were them.
Who the hell knew this Huaxia person could whip up an AT field, a solar furnace, and hover cannons? Did you get that stuff from aliens or what? If you tell us now that the dimensional barriers have broken, we'd believe it!
