One after another, battleships were destroyed, transforming into celestial flames and plummeting to the ground. The bizarrely shaped magical creatures were crushed to pieces by electronic forces. The players' united army was on the verge of collapse in front of Prometheus.
"What a struggle."
Song Zhaomei watched the players groaning in distress, but her mouth subtly curled into a smirk, her expression particularly joyous—unlike her numb and cold demeanor in the New America laboratory.
"Hehe... I knew it."
Lin Miao had already guessed that the current players were no match for the old net BOSS, so he had Song Zhaomei here to hold down the fort.
However, it wasn't for her to fight the BOSS, but to create opportunities for the players to deal damage.
[I'll restrain it, you seize the chance to attack its data core]
An instruction was simultaneously conveyed to all present players, halting the imminent collapse.
