The sky was burning.
Ultron had exhausted all his firepower, but he had no way to shatter and disarm this thing before the Throne of the King reached the detonation site-
He had thrown every last bit of firepower at it. Tens of millions of robots, artillery fire, missiles... charged fearlessly into the sky. Unfortunately, the hope of intercepting it grew ever slimmer, and he could only change tactics.
For that instant, all of Ultron's weapons and robots stopped operating, devoting all computational power
"Since we're old friends, what exactly do you mean by putting on such a show of force?" Qi Xun scoffed.
Just as he said this, the beams from Aidi Sheng's team's flashlights gradually dimmed. These flashlights had limited battery life, and Hubert even called them "brief lights."
Just as the long saber in Chen Lie's hand was about to slash at the oncoming streak of sword light, his eyes suddenly narrowed. He abruptly turned and swung his saber at Chu Yan's figure as he charged toward Yan Tong.
"Cough, cough, cough. My, my throat isn't feeling well." Li Changlin coughed softly twice and spoke with some difficulty.
"Mengmeng, go back to the residence with Mu Zhi and get ready. Leave Feifei's matter to Wei Jie!" Wei Jie said after taking a deep breath.
As it turned out, Zhang Yi would have been better off not covering his eyes with his hand. The moment he did, all three immediately thought he had a guilty conscience.
This suddenly threw the outcome into considerable doubt, making it extremely difficult to predict who would take first place.
"Let's hope so!" For some reason, He Qinglian did not feel so confident. Perhaps it had something to do with trusting Baili Chuan for the first time. But I must win this battle,