Black Shell realized that perhaps he really was getting old.
First, Dongfang Zhenghong had defied him today, and now he was being directed by a young man.
But...
In the midst of the fierce battle, Black Shell listened to the battle plan Wang Zheng sent through voice transmission and quickly judged that it was indeed feasible.
The only thing this old instructor was uncertain about was whether Wang Zheng could seize the opportunity after he exhausted everything to create it.
Then let's try it!
The Commander-in-Chief had already placed a small part of the future on this miraculous young man. What was wrong with trusting him once as well?
Even if the plan failed, he would be there to cover for them!
Black Shell immediately controlled his mech to fly backward.
The giant formed from black smoke refused to let him go. Its two massive hands stretched outward again and again, trying to drag Black Shell's mech back and tear it apart.
The four-meter-tall mech burst with acceleration halos as Black Shell flew backward and crashed into the hangar where Red Snake was located.
The Black Smoke Giant's hands grasped empty air. In fury, it hurled streams of black smoke in every direction. Ordinary soldiers would be injured or killed the moment they brushed against it, but they had already received orders to scatter and retreat.
The giant strode forward.
Two hundred meters away, Wang Jixuan sped close to the ground. His spiritual sense surveyed the battlefield as he continuously transmitted instructions to Black Shell, Red Snake, and Dongfang Zhenghong.
Firepower across the battlefield paused for three seconds before converging on the Black Smoke Giant's chest.
The talkative Psionicist hidden inside the Black Smoke Giant was enraged once again. He did not roar or speak, but pressed through humanity's firepower