"A bomb this terrifying, and they actually called it a Pumpkin Bomb?"
Flash silently snarked. He wasted no time, turning into a streak of lightning and passing through the thick walls as he raced toward Faora's location—she had a tracking device on her.
"Flash has gone to rescue the Kryptonian. Legion Commander, get ready. You must stop him and make him pay."
The Commander, who had lost half his tentacles, shouted the order. He simply could not understand why humans possessed such advanced technology. Even the Bee Star people had no bombs like this.
It was not that they could not produce the same effect. The problem was that they could not make it so small and so simple.
The training ground where Faora was fighting was not far from the base. At that moment, she was taking on ten thousand enemies alone without losing ground in the slightest. Instead, she kept smashing mechas apart.
There were plenty of mechas, but few could actually attack Faora.
To be honest, Faora was excited. As a pure warrior, she loved this kind of exhilarating battle.
Just then, Faora sensed something and turned to look into the distance. She tossed aside the mecha in her hands and said, "My ride is here. I'm done playing with you."
"Kryptonian, you think you can escape? We were only collecting your data earlier. We weren't even using our full strength."
The Legion Commander snorted. Then a large number of mechas simultaneously fired dazzling balls of electricity at Faora.
Faora remained completely unfazed. She spun rapidly, spraying freezing breath all around her.
A hollow iceberg abruptly formed around her, blocking every electric ball. Then Faora shot into the sky and flew swiftly toward Flash.
"Looks like Miss Faora is all right."
Flash breathed a sigh of relief.