——That was a precisely targeted explosion, a no-cost-spared tracking bombardment.
There was no use escaping anywhere. Countless solar drones, like eagles and hawks, still floated above Spring Island. At night, they would fold their wings and perch quietly on nearby buildings like moths.
But it was daytime now.
Numerous cold "eyes" looked down upon the entire Spring Island. Under the brain-like giant calculation device of the Quenching Neural Center, all his escape routes were sealed off.
Endless searching, capturing, and tracking—precise and efficient explosions.
There was no need to consider the safety of hostages. Finding the target equated to killing him. Killing him solved the problem.
It only took pressing a button to eliminate those dangerous elements—whether they were robbers, mercenaries, Spiritual Energy criminals, Mages, or just-awakened Demons, all could be defeated by these armed drones. No matter how many such rabble accumulated, they were still rabble.
