Yacheng Had No Battles
Safe!
Even if the lifeline saving him was a little boy prettier than himself, which felt weird no matter how he thought about it.
Still, the instant that familiar face appeared in his field of vision, Ji Jue couldn't help but sigh in relief—was this the sense of security White Deer gave him?
As expected of Little An.
He really put one's mind at ease!
The long-charged projectile from the beginning had merely been a greeting. The instant Little An reached the high ground, what flew from his sleeves became a storm of steel.
Thunder rolled on, iron fell like rain, and the earth trembled.
All Ji Jue could see were straight white streaks tearing through the air, pointing toward the enemy on the ground, swallowed by the storm. In an instant, red-hot shards of iron arrived with thunder and buried themselves in the bodies of the Great Swarm Chosen Ones.
Heads, necks, hearts, livers, hands, tendons, legs, groins...
Terrifying force comparable to an anti-materiel sniper rifle burst apart clouds of blood. The impact alone blasted away who knew how much flesh and shattered bone.
Yet it didn't stop.
As though it were whipping a corpse—
"Brother Ji Jue, watch out!"
A tense voice called out. "His Matrix is the Iron Guard from the Empire!"
A Great Swarm lineage originating from the Empire's legions, the Mountain Land Dragon Army was renowned for its resilience and defensive warfare. More than once, it had faced enemies several times its own number in bloody trench battles. Through month after month of endless deadlock, relying on this Matrix, countless foes had met their end in the grinder-like war of attrition.
With White Deer's feral senses, Little An could naturally detect the Blessings the enemy had just used and the aura