Ten thousand kilometers away, Zhang Yang and Guy hid inside a massive crack, each feeling deeply uneasy.
The spoils they had obtained had already been sent into the minor world through the Boat of Death's teleportation, and were estimated to be worth at least one hundred thousand units of Cosmic Law.
There was no denying it: robbing people really was both joyful and profitable. The only problem was that fleeing pursuit had been nerve-racking. After that Mechanical Zombie died, the God-Catching Net in the sky suddenly activated and snapped violently toward the ground, nearly capturing the two of them.
Immediately afterward, six enormous mechanical warships suddenly flew out from above the God-Catching Net and unleashed a round of supersaturated artillery fire upon the ground. During it, a full five hundred Mechanical Zombies were airdropped from the ships. Every one of them was at the demigod level. If that had been all, it would have been fine; Zhang Yang was confident that the pressure of his Four-Leaf True Spirit could still suppress them.
But when a massive warship appeared whose bow alone was fifty kilometers long, Zhang Yang suddenly sensed a frequency fluctuation from it that rivaled the pressure of his Four-Leaf True Spirit.
Zhang Yang immediately realized that something was wrong. It was obvious that the Mechanical Zombies had used some strange machine to imitate the Law rhythm of a Four-Leaf True Spirit. That was terrifying—a devastating weapon fully capable of changing the nature of warfare.
Moreover, if the Mechanical Zombies could now create a simulation of a Four-Leaf True Spirit's pressure rhythm, then sooner or later they would certainly be able to simulate the pressure rhythm of a Five-Leaf True Spirit. They might even have already done so.
Was opposing such an enemy the same as installing a suicide