The continuous impacts made it difficult even for the ultimate combat weapon to make an effective counterattack. Although its surface only showed some scorched marks, it didn't suffer any substantial damage, and its internal machinery was almost unharmed.
But these were just Level One combat machines, merely cannon fodder for Zhang Menglong, who wasn't bothered at all. Given enough time, he could infect as many as needed.
However, it was different for others. They didn't share Zhang Menglong's ambitious goals; many just wanted to survive. If they could get their hands on one or two combat machines, life in the Nine-story Tower would become much easier.
If such precious items appeared at the previous Midworld trading places, countless Main Gods would compete to pay a high price for them, as they are lifesavers!
Yet, such valuable things were used by Zhang Menglong as disposable suicide weapons — could he be any more extravagant?
"Stop it, Ah Zu!"
"Second battalion, continue on!"
