891 Type 8 Wyrm-Crocodile King!

"Liu Kuo is dead!!"

"What do we do?! With his death, we're going to be buried with him!!"

"It's over!!"

"..."

Seeing Liu Kuo's death, the remaining 4 Mech pilots turned pale with fear, their gazes filled with despair. Liu Kuo had a huge background, the son of one of the 12 generals back at headquarters. Now that he had died at Yue Zhong's hands, unless they killed Yue Zhong, they would die if they went back empty-handed. However, with their strength, it was impossible to kill Yue Zhong.

Having evolved to the peak of the Type 7 realm, Yue Zhong could control the atmosphere and strengthen himself to attack his enemies, protect his body, preventing physical as well as elemental attacks. He was almost like the gods of the legends. Even if the 4 of them charged forth together, he could slap them into pieces with a single slap.

The commander in the A-Grade Battleship stared at Yue Zhong below with fear, not daring to give the order to attack.