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Hai Wuliang's decision was too decisive.

He knew he couldn't escape, and continuing the fight would be a form of slow suicide.

It would be better to self-destruct when you are in good condition, inflicting maximum damage on the enemy.

That's what he did too.

After two more human reinforcements arrived, he knew the time had come.

With a single explosion, none of the seven Tier 3 fighters surrounding him escaped unscathed.

The most tragic one was the bloodline knight who died.

The remaining three or four were also destroyed; they would need to go back and recuperate for at least a few years before they could regain their fighting strength.

Ron thought to himself, "This Hai Wuliang is truly a remarkable person."

As expected of the Autobots' strongest fighting force.

Even in death, he can cause such great loss to humanity; he's far superior to his useless disciple.

If it weren't for rescuing the Wave Vanguard...

How could a commander like Hai Wuliang possibly be surrounded and killed?

What price would humanity have to pay to kill him?

Therefore, the major empires still made a huge profit from this wave.

Ron glanced briefly at the battlefield before turning his attention back to the tank leader.

He still has his own henchmen there.

You finally found a thug you're comfortable with, so don't let him get you killed.

My gaze swept over it.

The frost giant was lying not far away, its armor shattered, and its entire back covered with dense cracks.

Fortunately, he didn't appear to be seriously injured; he was just stunned by the explosion.

Ron walked over, took out a bottle of Tier 3 original liquid from his space, pried open his mouth and poured it in, then added two more bottles of silver potion.

The frost giant's complexion recovered somewhat at a visible speed, and the cracks began to close, but he was still paralyzed on the ground, only his eyes could be opened.

He glanced at Ron, his lips moved, and he managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Master...please call me when you go in..."

Ron collected the empty bottle: "Next time for sure!!"

After doing all this, Ron looked sharply at the tank leader who was struggling to get up not far away.

The opponent's injuries were a bit more serious, but Ron estimated that he still wouldn't be able to defeat him.

Or rather, if the other party wants to escape, you can't stop them.

But looking at Victoria next to him, he probably can't be counted on either; it's good enough that she can keep him in check from the sidelines.

Although Ron had a good relationship with her, he wouldn't give her the Tier 3 original essence.

Even a second-tier silver potion is impossible.

To this day, not a single bottle of the silver potion that Ron bestowed has been leaked.

They were all supervised while they drank it.

To avoid outsiders knowing about its powerful effects and becoming envious.

Victoria was helped up by two knights and sat on a pile of gravel, her face pale.

But the person is still conscious.

She was also somewhat surprised to see that Ron and Margaret were unharmed.

But then it dawned on him that this must be the quasi-world treasure that Ron possessed.

It can evade attacks of this level, and with its enormous space, it is indeed comparable to the Mirror of Wind.

She didn't delve any further. She got up, paused for a moment, and then returned to the Red Iron Dragon, activating the Wind Breath Realm.

The battle isn't over yet!

As the pale blue halo once again covered the battlefield, the few survivors who still had combat power quickly surrounded the tank leader.

This time, they're not going to give him the chance to self-destruct.

Neither side was in good form.

On the human side, Ron's side became the main force, while Victoria hardly intervened, only using her domain to restrict the battlefield from a distance.

All that's left is Yi Long, who just arrived to provide support.

Five against one, the offensive continued relentlessly.

Despite suffering numerous injuries, the tank commander persevered for another day.

Finally, most of the enemy's armor shattered, and cracks appeared all over its body, with engine oil seeping out from the cracks.

Ron thought he would kneel down and surrender, or curse or something.

But the tank leader did not.

He simply used his enormous head to slowly scan the five people surrounding him, and then spoke:

"I used up my backup hidden energy source a few days ago."

He patted his chest: "But I have something else."

Then he moved.

Instead of charging towards Ron, he went straight for the last knight who came to his aid.

The man had just been seriously injured by Hai Wuliang's self-destruction and was only there to lend a hand, but he was unexpectedly targeted by the tank leader's dying counterattack.

It's no wonder, since he was the weakest of the five.

The tank leader's last-ditch counterattack was quite powerful; even with the Wind Mirror still active, his charge still landed.

The shoulder slammed into the knight's chest, sending him flying. The knight's sword flew out of his hand, tumbling several times in mid-air before landing on the ground.

The last third-tier knight crashed into a pile of rubble, let out a muffled groan, and completely lost his fighting ability.

Fortunately, Ron stopped the tank leader's follow-up attack, otherwise two Tier 3 tanks might have perished today.

The tank leader was slapped on the shoulder by Margaret, which sent him staggering a few steps to the side.

Ron seized the opportunity to cut in from the side, his dragon spear piercing the crack in the armor on his ribs, and with a twist of his wrist, he channeled his fighting spirit into it.

The tank leader groaned, but his severely injured body was unable to react.

After Ron landed a successful blow, he drew his dragon spear and retreated.

The tank commander stopped, frozen in place. As if he had exhausted his last bit of strength, he straightened his back.

The light in those mechanical eyes flickered for a moment before finally looking toward the City of Energy.

Those tribesmen who left should have arrived safely by now!

He remained motionless, standing there like a silent iron tower.

Finally, the light in his eyes dimmed completely.

The Tier 3 tank leader has fallen!

The wind blew across the scorched earth, stirring up a wisp of ash that covered him.

Ron watched this scene from high above, riding on Margaret, and a mix of emotions welled up inside him.

This is the tragedy of the weak!

All kinds of family ties, friendships, and romantic love—all the things we cherish—will be destroyed before our very eyes.

Ron remained silent.

But he quickly realized that he wasn't being sentimental at all.

He's the one who did all this bad stuff!

Good riddance!!

How can I eat my fill if you don't die?