Lusimin City.
Two tanks spewing billowing black smoke were stuck in the green belt.
The pink tank moved forward for a bit and then, with a flash of white light followed by a loud bang, disintegrated into a heap of light dust. Wei Tianyang, Zhao Ling, and Fujiwara Makoto all tumbled out in the process.
Zhao Ling picked up her coat and draped it over herself, her long hair sticking to her cheeks, covered in grease. Wei Tianyang wasn't in much better shape.
During the fierce battle just now, their tank had been caught in a crossfire. Although they had managed a tragic victory, Fujiwara Makoto's spiritual power could no longer be sustained, and the illusion-crafted tank disintegrated along with it.
She was on the verge of collapse, lying on the ground too weak to move. Wei Tianyang picked her up, and along with Zhao Ling, started moving towards the outskirts of the city.
