Trisolarans Fighting Primitive Humans, End

Inside the computer, the artificial intelligence combined satellite imagery to clearly analyze what had happened in that instant.

A powerful figure wreathed in blood-red lightning had crossed more than ten kilometers in an instant and precisely knocked away the high-speed nuclear bomb!

No one needed to say it; every Reincarnator could grasp how powerful this figure was.

This was a true existence, like a god or demon.

Even the Forest Team and India Team combined, along with Imhotep and the British Army, would be unable to defeat such an existence!

"We can't fight him head-on. Harvest the India Team, then immediately return to Main God Space."

"Thank the Main God for dropping him seven thousand kilometers away. With the Dragon Emperor holding back the Central Continent Team, otherwise we wouldn't even have the chance to harvest the India Team."

Roast thought with some relief. Fortunately, he had prepared thoroughly enough.

He then turned to his teammate, the Forest Team's Mental Controller, Nijay Gupta, intending to call him over so they could act together, quickly kill everyone in the India Team, send Imhotep away, and immediately flee back to Main God Space.

With the Dragon Emperor helping intercept the Central Continent Team, they still had some room to maneuver.

Then Roast discovered in horror that his teammate's face was twisted in pain, blood gushing wildly from his seven orifices.

It was not just him. Xuenai, the India Team's Mental Controller nearby, was in the same state. She was even barely breathing, on the verge of death.

This situation made it obvious that the Mental Controllers of both the India Team and Forest Team had simultaneously suffered an attack from the Central Continent Team's Mental Controller.

From seven thousand kilometers away, their opponent could not only clearly see the situation of both