Blood Fiend had truly had his eyes opened.
He discovered that Lin Dong's forces also had high-tech weapons, and they held their own against the humans in a firefight.
Suddenly, Blood Fiend realized something: this was why the humans had brought a Star Destroyer here!
"Did this guy... move their entire laboratory here? No wonder the humans are losing their minds!"
At the same time, Blood Fiend felt secretly relieved. Thankfully, he hadn't clashed with Lin Dong. Otherwise, those mechas could have slaughtered his Zombie Tide with overwhelming ease.
The aerial battle grew increasingly brutal. Energy blasts streaked through the sky and exploded like brilliant fireworks.
Some also began fighting at close quarters. Thick blades of energy erupted from their Laser Swords, piercing energy shields with a single thrust and sending dazzling sparks flying.
Others collided with heavy alloy fists, producing muffled booms.
An ace elite piloted his mecha, raising a fist to smash it into a human.
The human's mecha didn't dodge. Seemingly fearless, it raised its enormous alloy hand and caught the incoming fist with perfect precision.
"Hmph! Zombies are still zombies. You're far too green to match my piloting skills."
The young man looked smug. He considered himself a seasoned veteran, having piloted mechas for over ten years. He was a true professional.
Then his alloy hand tightened, squeezing the opposing fist until it creaked and began to deform and buckle.
He was about to wrench it hard and tear it clean off.
But a dark shadow suddenly appeared behind the zombie's mecha. It moved swiftly, crawling along their alloy arms and onto the human's mecha.
The entire process was utterly silent.
The shadow slipped through a gap in the mecha and quietly entered the cockpit.
The human was thoroughly enjoying the fight, brimming with smug satisfaction.