A Choice Between Two

Faced with this sudden turn of events, Weimeng's expression froze as he finally realized the Clowns' plan.

Feilusa had used the Rhino Chariot's charge and cannon fire as a two-pronged assault, driving Weimeng directly into the exposed high-altitude airspace.

And long before Feilusa had made his move, Lü Zhi and Gomodole had already taken up positions in different directions above the volcano.

Thus, from the moment Feilusa blasted Weimeng high into the air, the remaining two Clowns had already begun their respective actions.

Everything had unfolded according to the plan of Lü Zhi, Feilusa, and Gomodole.

Weimeng was now trapped in the open skies with nowhere to hide, caught in a pincer attack from Lü Zhi and Gomodole, one before and one behind.

Both Clowns stood just fifty meters away from the Rat Master Hunter.

For Nightmare Sensors of Lü Zhi and Gomodole's caliber, such a distance could be crossed in the blink of an eye—let alone when both had already gotten a running start and accelerated beforehand.

Therefore, Weimeng's body no longer had time to change its footing and dodge.

All he could do was force his exhausted brain to operate at its absolute limit within the microsecond before he was struck, instantly taking in and processing every piece of information before him.

At that moment, the Rat Master Hunter's thoughts were racing at their peak, making the flow of time throughout the world before his eyes seem to slow.

Weimeng had his back to Lü Zhi and faced Gomodole.

The latter was currently hurtling toward Weimeng with a savage expression.

In Gomodole's slightly opened right hand, a blinding crimson sphere of light was gathering, as though he were holding a miniature sun.

Compared with the wave-like sweat Gomodole had condensed before, this sphere was remarkably understated in presence.