Chapter 1601: A Thousand Pounds Hang by a Thread
The unstoppable Molten Mountain Dragon finally demolished the second line of defense completely.
The players have abandoned all hope. Initially, at the final moment, they thought they could still rack up some military merits. They believed that pushing away the strongest opponents and NPC armies would prove advantageous, but it turned into an inescapable disaster.
"It’s up to you now." Bloodhoof stared solemnly at the ferocious and rampaging Molten Mountain Dragon, and the countless cheering Uldaman soldiers atop its body nestled within the fortress.
"Then watch carefully—let them see how war machines should truly be operated."
As Li Yao spoke, a phantom appeared with each step he took.
With the added attributes, Li Yao was now capable of summoning seven phantoms, plus his main body, making it eight in total. Though the phantoms’ attack power was average, at this moment, offense wasn’t the focus.
Li Yao’s main body, along with three phantoms, guarded the Mountain Bombarding Cannon, while the other four phantoms moved directly to the Sky-banning Crossbow. It was obvious that Li Yao intended to single-handedly operate colossal machinery that usually required over ten people.
Clang, clang, clang, clang...
The eight versions of Li Yao busily began working on the two pieces of machinery, the coordination seamless and astonishingly skilled. All the crowd could hear was the rhythmic sounds of angle adjustments.
Li Yao activated his Divine Eye, locked onto the Molten Mountain Dragon, and smirked faintly. "Chieftain, let me fire a welcoming shot at this dragon. Otherwise, he might continue to think he’s invincible, that nothing can truly hurt him."