Ye Qishen was not able to make the call. A light beam that shot across the sky went straight through his chest. The orange-colored armor was opened up a big hole, and before the blood was even able to burst out, it was instantly vaporized in the air. Then the thick blood smell in the air went into Yao Xiang's noses.
"Qishen!"
Yao Xiang shouted and flew towards him. He and Ye Qishen were close friends for many years. Most of the people they knew had already died or... But before he was able to catch Ye Qishen, a bright red light beam shot past his eyes, and the flying device he used was instantly broken into half and he was blown away.
While he was blown away, he saw many flying machines from Shu Du force begin to swarm towards them.
"Bastards!"