The giant ship in the sky was like a beehive that had been smashed. As the hull shattered inch by inch, countless tiny figures came plummeting madly downward.
Most of them died in the explosions that destroyed the ship, and only a few lucky ones and the strongest among them managed to descend safely.
However, a few warships still barely survived and hurriedly caught several of them in midair.
Among them was one distinctive figure. Standing on a flying device, he descended vertically through the countless wreckage, hurtling downward at high speed and charging straight toward the remaining main force on the ground.
He held a long-handled blade in his hand, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent as he flew straight down.
At the same time, the other warships still in the air also moved rapidly toward him after seeing his figure, seemingly intending to help him.
After Leo's attack, only around two thousand enemies remained on the battlefield.
Moreover, almost all the other large vehicles had been destroyed by Leo, leaving only a few powerless warships circling in the sky.
Although the combat troops on the ground were still fully armed, the Dwarves were no longer afraid of their enemies.
Without the support of those large war vehicles, there were only a little over two thousand enemies left. With three hundred Dwarves, each one only had to deal with a few of them.
The Dwarves could manage that. Although there would still be a certain number of casualties, compared with the situation one minute earlier, things had already improved immensely.
The metal fragments of wreckage that had scattered through the sky drifted everywhere in space under the surrounding microgravity.
Leo merely waved his hand, and the tiny fragments surged downward one after another. Originally just materials from the hull,