"Three-Eyed Protoss? Habarien?!" Jack's gaze locked firmly onto a figure above the ruins.
A slender warrior stood there with a missile launcher slung over his shoulder, wisps of bluish smoke still rising from its barrel.
Jack's voice was clearly filled with fury. Habarien avoided his gaze. Obviously, while the Gusilov mechanical race and the Zerg had been locked in battle, he had "stolen" the fruit from someone else's lips, and even he felt somewhat guilty about it.
"Hey, kid, you've already got the credit. Are you staying there waiting for Jack to treat you to lunch? Why aren't you running?" Ye Hua's teasing voice rang out. Lowering his head, Habarien threw away the missile launcher on his shoulder, bowed to Ye Hua, then turned and fled.
The Mechanical Roc wanted to give chase, but Jack stopped it. "If I'm not mistaken, the equipment on Habarien's shoulder was the weapon you Zerg bought at the auction..."
Natasha stopped fighting Ye Hua. Meanwhile, Ye Meng, who had been beaten into a miserable state, suddenly cast off his dispirited manner. He grinned at the Purple Crown Lion, his body flashed, and he split into eight duplicates. Seven pounced on the Purple Crown Lion, while the remaining one shot toward Ye Hua.
The Purple Crown Lion instinctively assumed the seven duplicates rushing at him were fake. But when they left deep gashes across his body, he had no choice but to give up the pursuit and destroy the seven duplicates one by one.
The battle temporarily came to a halt.
The head armor of Ye Hua's mech popped open, revealing a relaxed expression. "That's right. This missile is quite powerful, but it needs ten seconds to lock on. It's useless against true experts, yet it happened to be useful in this death match. Not