"Hit that one, hit that one, take that thing down for me!"
"Yes, yes, and that one too—it's awesome, get rid of it for me!"
Zhang Menglong was frantically commanding those puppets in the base, and they seemed to be tirelessly working for him like wage laborers.
Of course, the materials of these puppets weren't really impervious to swords and guns; Level Seven or even Level Eight life forms could still inflict some damage on them. But the materials had a significant characteristic: they possessed the ability to self-repair.
As long as they weren't completely destroyed, they could slowly recover in high heat, and that's when Zhang Menglong's Strange Fire could come into play.
This Beast Tide lasted a full week, and when it ended, all the treasure hunters fled from this steel city as fast as they could.
These days, they spent every day in constant fear, worried Zhang Menglong would come up with another way to exploit them, to fleece them.
