That's right, the sphere had grown an entire size larger!
And it was still completely unscathed.
A fierce glint flashed through the Vice Captain's eyes.
"Fire again!"
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The mercenary squad poured out firepower like mad.
They had to crack open this turtle shell and seize that Ancient Relic.
If they did not take such a treasure now, heaven itself would not forgive them.
"Counterattack energy reserves: 3.7%... 3.98%... 4.2%..."
The fatty was still staring fixedly at that string of numbers as they struggled upward.
That faint progress bar was like a bamboo shoot constantly stretching taller after spring rain, carrying an inexplicable allure that stirred the heart.
It seemed he had said 3% was enough to activate the counterattack. Now... hmm, 4.5%. That should be enough, right?
Young Master Harry thoughtfully extended a short, chubby finger.
His target was still that beautiful Holographic Button.
He had a deep obsession with buttons like this.
He had to press it!
As his finger pressed down and made contact, the fatty felt a faint vibration feedback at his fingertip, which then traveled through his nerves to his brain.
Counterattack requirements met. Counterattack activated. Berserker attack mode activated! 4.5% energy released—Reverse Cloudburst.
That activated the counterattack?
The fatty froze. At that moment, he suddenly felt a strange sensation coming from his legs, as if they had fused with the sphere.
Or perhaps the sphere had grown two legs?
"Vice Captain, it stood up!"
With a hum, two chopstick-thin, spring-like legs extended from beneath its round body. The sight was utterly bizarre.
Then two thin arms suddenly sprang out from the sides of the metal sphere...
"Don't tell me a head is going to pop out too," the Vice Captain muttered to himself.
Hum.