"Target locked."
The middle-aged man quietly spoke four words.
Then the tactical backpack on his back suddenly opened, and dozens of silver streaks shot into the sky.
They were dozens of handleless flying daggers forged from high-strength alloy.
Under the control of immense Spiritual Force, the daggers seemed to come alive, transforming into a silver metal storm that silently swept across several hundred meters and instantly engulfed the fleeing Er Ming.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
A dense series of teeth-grating cutting sounds rang out.
Er Ming's prized protective energy was instantly torn open by the Alloy Flying Daggers, which had been accelerated to their limits by Spiritual Force.
The flying daggers cut wildly across Er Ming's broad back like a meat grinder.
Large patches of black fur were shaved away, and dark red blood sprayed out, raining down through the air.
"Roar!"
Er Ming roared in agony, swinging his massive arms in an attempt to swat away those irritating "little bugs."
But the daggers were too fast, and their trajectories were strange and unpredictable. No matter how Er Ming struck at them, they always narrowly evaded its palms before leaving another deep bloody gash on its body.
The helpless frustration of being unable to fight back filled Er Ming with despair.
Just as it was tightly entangled by the Spirit Master's flying daggers and its running speed inevitably slowed—
A low mechanical rumble came from the sky.
Inside the Jiangnan Military Region's command center, a red crosshair had already locked onto Er Ming's enormous body on the giant screen.
"Coordinates locked."
"Heavy Laser Cannon fully charged."
"Fire!"
Following the commander's order, there was no deafening explosion and no blazing fire filling the sky.
There was only a thick beam of light carrying apocalyptic heat. It instantly pierced through the clouds and