Xu Wuyi said nothing.
Jialou was right. Using large-scale Flame attacks to clear the area was indeed restricted here, or it might affect the 17th Division's troops and the recovery team.
But—
"I don't need Flame to kill you."
The moment the words left his mouth, Xu Wuyi moved.
He didn't charge forward. Instead, he stomped his right foot on the ground.
BZZZZ—
The Gravity Field, with a radius of 350 meters, changed abruptly.
This time, it wasn't a simple suppression or pull, but a "differentiation."
With Xu Wuyi at the center, the Gravity Field was divided into hundreds of micro-zones, the direction and magnitude of Gravity in each changing in real time.
One second, it was five times the normal Gravity pulling down; the next, it was twice the pull to the left; the second after that, it became three times the upward lift...
Jialou had just prepared to flap his wings and ascend when he felt his body sink, as if his wings were being yanked down by an invisible hand.
