Under the influence of the battlefield master, the Trojan Alliance was highly spirited and boiling with morale, firing all kinds of skills towards the Mitochondria BOSS.
At midnight, Central Park was thoroughly ignited by the war, the thunderous roar of guns and explosions became the only melody.
The jelly-like mitochondria floated up to nearly a hundred meters in the air, swelling to the size of half a football field before it stopped; from afar, it resembled a gigantic jellyfish floating in the sky.
The fierce firepower of the Alliance was vented on the mitochondria, like a traveler trapped in a muddy swamp, whether it was ammunition or magic, directly swallowed by the mitochondria's jelly form.
"Keep firing, blow it up!" A group leader screamed unconsciously, his expression ferocious, they all understood, the longer the delay, the greater the danger, the enemy camp was definitely ambushed around, ready to move.
