The instant the rocket disappeared, Plato felt inexplicably dejected.
"Just as I thought, it still won't work?"
He thought to himself.
Although he had no idea where Lu Ban had produced those weapons from, it seemed that no matter how flashy they were, inside Urukuluuk's mental world, they were all false and fragile—things that could be erased with a single thought.
However, Lu Ban showed no intention of giving up.
His rocket launcher was immediately reloaded with a full supply of ammunition.
Without even checking the results, Lu Ban fired the rockets once again.
The firing seemed to have no interval at all. Countless rockets blossomed from the launcher.
Urukuluuk sensed that something was wrong.
With a shift of his thoughts, all the rockets vanished once again, as if they had never appeared.
But before he could relax, even more rockets emerged.
The rockets were as dense as raindrops, flowing endlessly. Every time Urukuluuk erased them, more would immediately be generated, and their numbers kept increasing until they blotted out the sky.
Urukuluuk grew somewhat irritated. Erasing the rockets was merely a matter of time and as easy as swatting a mosquito, but when there were too many mosquitoes, it was still enough to make anyone agitated.
The two sides continued their offense and defense for a while.
It was only after erasing Lu Ban's rockets for the hundredth time or so that Urukuluuk finally sensed something amiss.
He now needed immense concentration to erase all the rockets. Although the action itself took only a thought, it still required time and awareness.
As Lu Ban's rockets multiplied, the act also consumed increasingly more energy.
Urukuluuk suddenly realized a terrifying fact: if the number of rocket launchers continued to increase, then after a while, he might genuinely be unable to defend