Peng!
The golden light exploded, turning into a bright spot of light around the warship.
The area that was originally completely transparent suddenly appeared to be blocked by a shield-like shape.
"I saw it!"
"You think it'll be alright to get past me? Haha! Go for it, Rose, I can't get past you anyway~"
The moment they landed on a street on the opposite bank of the river, Wang Ji and Qi Lin both saw Lena and Du Qiangwei working together seamlessly.
Peng...
The area right in front of them is where they need to focus their attention more: the battlefield where two against one were turned around and killed.
Zhao Xin lay motionless on the ground in the distance, his face bruised and swollen, seemingly dead. But strangely, the moment Wang Ji arrived, he suddenly sat up, clutching his stomach and kneeling on the ground, his eyes weakly opening.
"Help me!"
Wang Ji didn't go to the rescue; instead, he waved for A-Xu to take Qi-Lin away.
"The Endless Source!"
A panicked voice rang out; the voice was deep and muffled, with a hint of mechanicalness.
Wang Ji didn't look at the large robot, but instead looked at the dying Ge Xiaolun in its hands.
Ge Xiaolun was in really bad shape. His face was bruised and swollen, and he was almost unconscious. The big robot was holding his neck with one hand, and his stomach was pierced by a sword with a blue handle.
"Rose...I didn't...I didn't run away..."
He was nearly unconscious, critically injured and on the verge of death, but he was still muttering to himself.
Wang Ji heard this, his eyes flickered slightly, but he said nothing.
He raised his rifle and aimed it at the head of the large robot...
After a few shots, the robot didn't even have time to escape. He walked over, put his arm around Ge Xiaolun's shoulder, and placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.
"I've always been curious why the other side didn't cut off your head in your situation," he said, looking at Ge Xiaolun.
Ge Xiaolun, still half-asleep, replied, "Go...go...go...you...damn it."
The third-generation divine body is indeed extraordinary, and Ge Xiaolun's divine body is even more extraordinary. Not only did he not die, but he became more and more energetic.
Flame-class weapons are powerful, but simple piercing is not enough to kill a third-generation god.
"It...it...it doesn't even have any wounds on it." Supported by Wang Ji, Ge Xiaolun pointed unsteadily at the large robot on the ground: "How...how did it die?"
No wonder he said that although Wang Ji fired several shots at the giant mecha, the mecha looked dead, and the lights went out.
However, it seems that the bullets from Wang Ji's gun cannot penetrate the alloy of the mecha's body; there isn't a single bullet hole.
"Although it can't be penetrated, it will die once the number of shots reaches it," Wang Ji offered a reasonable explanation.
"You fucking...you fucking cheated!" Ge Xiaolun pointed at Wang Ji, his voice a mix of laughter and tears. "Rose...Rose likes...ah!!!"
Wang Ji shook his head, raised the blood-stained Flame-grade sword in his hand, and examined it briefly.
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