Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the sky, missiles flew over from all directions with trailing flames.
The bullets swept toward Tang Hao like raindrops.
The reporters on the media helicopters were dumbfounded.
'Isn't that a little too exaggerated?
'How many enemies are there? That's a lot of missiles!'
In front of the Hexagon, Tang Hao remained calm as he looked up. He took another puff of the cigarette and tossed it away, then he raised his hand and splayed his fingers.
Seeing that, the generals in the command center almost burst into laughter.
'Does that idiot want to receive the attack head-on?
'With so many missiles, even the most powerful warlock would be blown to pieces!'
"Kill him! Kill that bastard!" The commander sneered.
