Star Machine King was indeed immensely proud of the Skybase Ball. It was a rare and powerful creation of the Mechanical Race, the crystallization of their wisdom.
Even throughout the entire Mechanical Race, the Skybase Ball was an exceptionally precious and rare war weapon, no less formidable than those legendary divine weapons.
If the Vampire Darkbreed had not deployed the powerful Twelve Blood Spirit Bodies this time, the Mechanical Race would not have casually brought out the Skybase Ball.
After all, using the Skybase Ball required the Mechanical Race to pay an enormous price. It was by no means something that could be used at will.
Moreover, such a trump card naturally had to be reserved for even more powerful Darkness Breed.
If used unexpectedly, it might produce an unforeseen effect.
However, there was little point in saying that now. Since it had already been used, thinking about anything else was useless. What mattered most was unleashing the Skybase Ball's might and letting it shine with its own dazzling brilliance upon this battlefield.
Use this peerless blade to stab the Darkness Breed in the ass and open their eyes.
Star Machine King had immense confidence in that.
The only thing that left him somewhat regretful was that Wang Teng's expression was really a little off.
Even an Enfeoffed King Immortal Level existence like him felt that some of the fun was missing. Clearly, his evil hobby had not been fully satisfied.
Wang Teng's methods had repeatedly amazed him before, which was why he had wanted to show off the Mechanical Race's methods before the young man and recover a little face.
Yet the outcome did not seem very good.
Star Machine King could not help feeling somewhat stifled.
What kind of brain did this brat have?
At the same time,