Seeking Death

Inside the main hall.

Cheng Han understood Blood Thorn's petty schemes better than anyone.

He spoke quickly. "Blood Thorn, drones are primarily used in areas where space is relatively confined and the environment is more complex.

"The targets of drones are merely ordinary Calamity Worms whose strength is equivalent to, or weaker than, a Warrior's."

Cheng Han paused before laying out a condition. "If you wish to understand the drones' true capabilities rather than blindly vent your anger, your strength must be limited to the Warrior level."

This was a deliberate jab.

As long as Blood Thorn exceeded the Warrior level, he would be blindly venting his anger.

Blood Thorn grinned, revealing his two sharp fangs again. "But I want to vent some anger and see whether these drones are useful."

He was clearly trying to be shameless.

Hall Master Zhang's expression darkened slightly.

The Master Artisans wore equally subtle expressions, all secretly despising the Foreign Race's shameless conduct.

If it had been anyone else—

They might truly have found this shameless Vampire difficult to handle.

But Cheng Han had a way.

With a calm expression, he said, "To deal with a Mystic Master-level expert, the drones must be deployed alongside War Hawks.

"Specifically, the War Hawk Fleet will first use bombardment formations to force the Mystic Master underground, then the Drone Formation will be sent in to encircle and eliminate them.

"This is the Myriad Heavens Race's latest tactic. It has greater demonstration value, and I trust it will satisfy you."

Since the other party had abandoned all shame, Cheng Han naturally had no more reservations.

As long as the equipment could be brought out, he might as well use all of it.

Cheng Han turned to Hall Master Zhang and deliberately added, "Hall Master, I request permission to