There was no helping it.
Fast—too fast!
It was as though the entire sequence had been ingrained into their bones. Every movement flowed like clouds and water, without the slightest delay or flaw, long since streamlined and standardized. In the few seconds Paquiao had been distracted dealing with Tang Qian, the Heart Pivot Chosen One he had guarded at the very core of the fleet had already been freshness-sealed, moisture-preserved, chopped up, and bagged like produce... Once the preparation was finished, the damn delivery rider was ready to pick up the order on the spot!
Any later, and it would probably have been too late even to leave a good review.
With the scene unfolding close at hand, Paquiao felt his lungs about to explode with rage.
Unbelievable.
Where had this useless teammate come from?!
Rebirth, for fuck's sake! Eldest Brother, you were at least a Rebirth!
Even a pig at the Rebirth Rank, lying there for someone to kill, would take half an hour to slaughter!
Besides, how had you been exposed?
And how had they spotted the Heart Pivot's hidden location amid the chaos of battle as though they had foreseen it, then directly descended from the sky and carried you off in one combo?
There was a mole!
Fuck, there was a mole!
Burning with fury, Paquiao suddenly turned around.
Three kilometers away, the ground-hugging Dragon Mountain Armor sounded an alarm. It had detected a Spiritual Substance lock-on, but there was no time for tactical maneuvering.
[Anticipate the Enemy's First Move]!
It did not merely read an opponent's movements to provide warning and enable evasion. It could also perceive every route of escape available to the opponent, then strike accordingly!
Under its sensory lock, all flight and evasion became meaningless.
"Die!!!"
With a backhanded motion, he pulled