Po Suo.
The strong light pierced through the slightly overcast sky.
Yang Ming plunged straight into the gap of the endless fields. When the light faded, he stood quietly in front of the school building.
Buzz—
The Light Sword was activated.
Several drones hovered around, releasing thick smoke that put all the moving figures on campus into a state of sedation.
Beams of light continually crashed down from the sky. These ion beams, over a meter in diameter, lost significant energy to the atmosphere but still fully suppressed the slender figure.
Was their strength already this weak? No equipment at all?
A trick?
Yang Ming did not make a rash move. He stared at the girl under the beam of light, and the shield generator on his left arm activated continuously, forming an elliptical Composite Shield in front of him.
The auxiliary cannons mounted on the East Wind fired continuously.
