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Over the next few days, they faced the turtle shell-like positions of the tank faction.

Ron did not launch another large-scale attack.

His method was simple: bombardment.

Every day, the Silver Dragon Knights would line up their magic crystal cannons in the rear and bombard the circular position several times.

Victoria's spells followed suit, raining fire, ice spikes, and wind blades, pounding into the dense formation.

Every time artillery fire came, the tank family relied on its ridiculously thick armor to withstand it.

Then they counterattacked with their own artillery.

Although the Tank Tribe's artillery is powerful, it is few in number and the Ron Knights are scattered.

So overall, the tank family is at a disadvantage.

Ordinary tank warriors can withstand dozens of magic crystal cannon shots without much problem, but they are struggling to withstand the magical attacks from Victoria and the magic legion.

At these times, the tank leader Titan King Kong would step forward.

Facing cannonballs and magic, he used his own body to shield his ravaged people behind him.

He can't hide!

Countless shells exploded on his body, and magic left scorch marks on his armor. He stood there silently, like a thick wall.

Although the tank leader has thick enough armor and strong enough defense.

But if this continues, he is dying a slow death.

The vanguard was also using all its strength to shatter the incoming attacks.

I wanted to relieve some pressure on the tank leader.

Finally, the long round of shelling came to an end.

The Titan retreated to the center of the formation, its armor now bearing several new cracks.

Most of the surviving tank warriors around him were maimed, some missing half an arm, some with broken tracks, but none of them retreated.

Wave Vanguard sat next to Titan King Kong, silent for a long time, his blue and white paintwork covered with bullet holes and cracks.

"Did I do something wrong?" Lang Xianfeng asked.

Titan King Kong remained silent. Wave Vanguard's voice was hoarse:

"If I had listened to my master and retreated sooner, you wouldn't have been beaten like this. It's my fault."

"No! We are all very grateful for your help." Titan King Kong finally spoke, his voice like rusty iron scraping against each other.

No one blames you.

We only hate that we are too weak and that our enemy is too evil.

"But I blame myself," said Lang Xianfeng.

"I was too arrogant. I thought I could beat that human, but I ended up getting myself involved and dragging you all down with me."

Titan remained silent.

Lang Xianfeng lowered his head, looking at his cracked side armor:

"How much longer can we hold out?"

"have no idea!"

"If it comes to the end, I will definitely take that human down with me."

"I hate it," Lang Xianfeng said bitterly.

The tank leader next to him was also speechless; he thought that the Vanguard had finally come to his senses.

Driven by emotion or impulse, they focused their attack on the dragon knight.

Shouldn't the best solution in the end be to fight that female mage?

As long as the restrictions of the Mirror of Wind can be lifted, he still has hope of escaping with his people.

The tank leader gradually fell silent.

If Lang Xianfeng had listened to advice, they wouldn't be in this state now.

Unbeknownst to the two, at the same time, on the front lines of Energy City, Hai Wuliang stood on a high platform, watching the shrinking defensive line on the battlefield, and remained silent for a long time.

Another demigod has arrived from the human realm today.

They can't hold on with just Tornado and Mighty Sky.

Thunderbolt alone is a slightly stronger late-stage Tier 3 fighter.

There was no way to stop that demigod.

The intelligence officer beside him handed him the latest battle report. Hai Wuliang took it, glanced at the casualties, and without asking any further questions, simply said:

"I'll go there myself."

"My lord, perhaps we should send Thunderbolt instead..."

"He's seriously injured today, and he might not be able to persuade Lang Xianfeng," Hai Wuliang said.

"I must go myself and bring that traitor back."

That evening, a blue and white figure emerged from the clouds in the sky above the edge of the Tank Tribe's position.

Its momentum is even stronger than that of the Wave Vanguard.

Upon discovering the approaching forces, Ron and his team immediately took to the air and surrounded the Tank Race's position.

Victoria activated the Mirror of Breath to prevent them from escaping.

When they discovered that the visitor was Hai Wuliang, the commander of the Autobots, they knew something was wrong.

They immediately contacted the rear command post, and the command post was even more anxious than Ron and his men after receiving the news.

On the spot, three Tier 3 members, two Bloodline Knights, and a Wild Dragon were sent to provide support.

We absolutely cannot let the other side rescue Lang Xianfeng.

If possible, it would be even better to use the Mirror of Breath to capture the opponent as well.

This would definitely throw the garrison of the energy city into chaos.

Hai Wuliang landed on the tank tribe's position. Before landing, he transformed, changing from a vehicle back into human form with movements as fluid as mercury flowing across the ground.

He stood in front of Lang Xianfeng, saying nothing, just looking at him.

Lang Xianfeng opened his mouth: "Master..."

Hai Wuliang sighed and did not scold him.

His gaze swept over the remaining soldiers in the circular defensive formation, finally settling on Ron and his group who had arrived.

The domain of the Mirror of Wind's Breath had already covered this area, and Hai Wuliang could already feel that invisible binding force.

Is this why Lang Xianfeng and his team couldn't leave?

This kind of area can't even trap two late-game tier 3 players who want to leave.

But if the goal is to take the tanks away, then that makes sense.

He knew his disciple well; although he was a bit arrogant, he was definitely not the kind of person who would abandon his companions and run away alone.

He had also contacted the leader of the Tank Tribe, and the other party was not the type to abandon his people.

Hai Wuliang secretly wondered if he could also take the remaining few hundred tank soldiers with him.

But then he glanced at the Mirror of Breath in Victoria's hand.

This is too difficult!!

After pondering for a while, Hai Wuliang could only say to Lang Xianfeng:

"You go first!!"

Lang Xianfeng suddenly looked up: "No! Master!"

"I'd rather die fighting than be a coward who runs away!!"

Hai Wuliang forcefully shoved a token into his hand and said sternly:

"Wave Vanguard, haven't you realized your mistake yet?"

Vanguard: "Am I wrong to kill the enemy?"

Hai Wuliang was furious with Lang Xianfeng, but he still tried to reason with him earnestly:

"Remember this: sometimes running away isn't out of cowardice, but for the sake of final victory!!"

"The Energy City needs you more; I'll stay here for you."

Wave Vanguard: "We'll go together, I'll never abandon you!!"

Hai Wuliang was speechless. He had made himself perfectly clear. How come he hadn't noticed how stupid this disciple was before?

His tone turned stern: "If you don't leave today, I will disown you as my disciple!"

Lang Xianfeng finally fell silent.

Just then, several more approaching figures came from afar, signaling the arrival of human reinforcements.

"Walk!"

Hai Wuliang spoke again, this time with much greater force.

The vanguard finally moved.

Ron and his group above, naturally, couldn't just watch their opponent escape, so they all began to attack.

"A devastating wave of destruction!!"

Boundless seas acted as vanguards, blocking all attacks.

Finally, he turned to look at Lang Xianfeng: "Survive, and remember all the lessons of today."

The Temple of Moonlight is now in your hands.

Lang Xianfeng's eyes instantly reddened, and he trembled, unable to speak.

But in the end, he obeyed and did not waste the opportunity his master had fought for.

They dashed out of the Mirror of Wind in a flash.

At this moment, human support arrived from the rear.