The world seemed to plunge into a deathly silence all at once, leaving only the grand steel sky suspended in the night, playing a symphony woven from iron and blood!
Around the main cannon, twenty rail secondary guns were all activated, scattering irregularly, blasting blue-white energy columns like the lightning of the thunder god, cleansing the battlefield of all stubborn enemies.
The Conquerors, watching the rampaging steel sky, were shocked by its incredibly high efficiency in clearing the field.
Yue Jing admitted to himself that in single combat, he was definitely not inferior to Tang Zheng, but when it came to area attacks, everything before him left him speechless.
"An S-level ability!" Fu Tianxiao sighed lamentably. In this world, there are always some lucky ones who get what others can only dream of.
