After a long and fierce aerial battle spanning hundreds of exchanges with Ding Moluo, Bloodsmith's Hammer, controlled by Ye Chen, suddenly slammed on the brakes and halted its retreat. It stopped pouring out gunfire and instead charged straight toward Ding Moluo, a thousand meters away.
"Oh?"
Seeing that Ye Chen finally seemed to have made up his mind to fight him at close quarters, Ding Moluo's formerly dull eyes immediately lit with interest, and excitement swiftly welled up within him.
"Hahaha! That's more like it! What's the point of dragging this out forever!"
"Boy! Go on, use the last ounce of strength in your life!"
"Let's settle this cleanly and decisively in one go------!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Moluo immediately extended his long hands, clearly intending to manipulate the Misfortune Manipulator and deliver Ye Chen a lethal onslaught.
However, in the next second, Bloodsmith's Hammer, charging head-on toward Ding Moluo, suddenly burst with bloody radiance. The entire machine seemed on the verge of self-destruction, instantly dyeing the dim sky crimson.
Ding Moluo's gaze sank slightly. He remained still where he stood, curious to see what trick Ye Chen was trying to pull.
Then, Bloodsmith's Hammer exploded right before Ding Moluo's eyes.
Whoosh------!
Yet what erupted from the shattered armor was not blazing fire, but a vast expanse of crimson mist on the scale of a tsunami.
It spread and swept toward Ding Moluo with a speed too swift to cover one's ears, instantly engulfing most of the view before him.
Staring at the immense, dense blood mist before him, Ding Moluo laughed loudly in pleasantly surprised admiration.
"Oh! I see! You're using a smoke bomb to seize the initiative against me? That's quite a clever choice!"
After offering Ye Chen's action a teasing compliment, Ding Moluo's Misfortune