Kui Kui Ge descended from the sky, transforming into a Knight form. The tanks of the allied forces were lifted by his slight wave into mid-air and then, they formed into enormous iron balls.
The tanks, forcibly compressed, emitted a metallic groan. The crew inside did not even have time to be squashed into pulp before they were killed by explosions of artillery shells within the compartments. Red flames spewed from the metal crevices, accompanied by thunderous blasts, as the tanks seemed like beef meatballs that had been burst.
Such a massive iron ball floated in front of Kui Kui Ge, seemingly as insignificant as a basketball. He held his head high proudly, waved his hand, and the iron balls fell back into the crowd, then they started to roll about randomly and rapidly.
Where the iron ball rolled, it left behind not just deep impressions in the mud but also piles of mangled flesh.