"They were instant-killed... The three masters from the Moon... all dead..."
The high-level military officer, who stayed in the rear, muttered to himself.
As these words left his lips, the other high-level military officers outside all ceased their movements.
Then, twenty meters away, the drone began to release metal aerosol. The officers also retreated, trying to fall back into the aerosol.
If the enemy could instantly kill those three masters from the Moon, it meant he could take their lives within moments of eye contact.
Only the strong and effective shielding of the metal aerosol could provide them a degree of safety.
Slowly, the metal aerosol surged forward.
Xiang Shan calmly turned around, his outermost disguise armor automatically sliding off, revealing his symmetrical prosthetic body and the four metal chains hanging from his back.
