"Attack!!"
A command rang out above the zombie tide stretching from east to west.
The squad leaders at the head of each team began issuing orders, locking onto the Mutants they were assigned to kill.
Upon receiving the order, the four Awakeners inside each Black Ball successively poked their upper bodies out, then, without hesitation, hurled their skills according to the communications instructions.
Like a sudden storm.
The Black Balls hovering in the air above the zombie tide instantly transformed into Firepower Platforms. Various forms of psionic energy mixed together into waves of impact that poured out in a frenzy.
Encircling strikes.
Each Black Ball moved at high speed in a circle around its locked-on Mutant, just like a satellite.
On the ground, the massive zombie tide stirred restlessly, trying to leap up and seize the humans floating above their heads for a hearty meal.
Unfortunately, although the Black Balls flew close to the ground, their flight altitude still reached around six meters.
Under their high-speed movement, even low-level Mutants could only roar as they stepped on the heads of Zombies and futilely leaped and pounced again and again, grasping at empty air.
These inconspicuous Black Balls were like bait, luring them back and forth.
The airframe trembled as the engines spun at high speed.
Feeling the thunderous roar coming from the engine room, separated from him by only a layer of heat insulation, the Squad Leader and Awakeners attacking with their bodies poked out wore tense expressions.
Changing direction at high speed brought tremendous inertia, pressing down on them until they could barely breathe.
Fortunately, they were all Second Order Awakeners and elites among elites. Enduring the dizziness, they could still achieve precise strikes through their powerful physical abilities.
One skill after another shot out, blasting into the Mutants.