The slaughter in the desert continued, the air saturated with the acrid stench of scorched flesh and burning machine oil, a pungent, eye-watering smell. Tens of thousands of drone bombardment squadrons tirelessly attacked the airborne fortress, bursts of fire blooming repeatedly in the sky.
In Gu Tao's opinion, firepower dictated everything. Even for energy shields at the Titan Battleship level, sustained assault from small drones would inevitably break them. And if not, it didn't matter—keeping the shield in an unstable state was sufficient. After all, who knew if that shield could withstand a decisive strike? Anyway, keeping it in a weakened state was good enough.