'The Fantasy Avatars can't break through...'
Wang Yi watched from the rear, having already expected this.
Two minutes later, the nine Monkey King avatars dissipated abruptly. The Fantasy Avatar skill had been broken. The strange, spherical energy contracted into a single point and vanished.
The battlefield fell silent in an instant.
The onlookers remained silent. Wang Yi didn't move. Surprisingly, Da Hai City didn't press the attack either. Instead, its mechanical legs pierced the earth, taking root. It continued to transform as various metal structures rose from underground. Giant cannons began to take shape, and what looked like a factory started churning out all kinds of combat robots, which lined up in formation on the alloy deck outside the city.
"Huh? Are they digging in for a protracted battle?" Wang Yi's eyes lit up. 'This is good, too,' he thought.
