These hundred-ton giants were as fragile as paper under Lu Wenwu's fists.
Even though the robust reactive armor had done its utmost, the heavy exterior armor plates continued to emit their final groans.
Facing this humanoid Violent Dragon, which could withstand large-caliber shells, these tanks were nothing but oversized toys in front of Lu Wenwu.
The classic infantry-tank coordination is just a joke against such a Transcendent.
When the high temperature dissipated, and the fire wave receded.
What was left on the ground were only the burned and melted tank wrecks.
Scorching orange-red steel liquid flowed everywhere.
The tank soldiers, who harbored enormous hatred toward the Players, were now fused with their weapons, never to be separated.
As for the soldiers who came to besiege a company and the Otherworld visitors, aside from the dozen or so specially marked by Lu Wenwu, the rest had all perished under Lan Shan's sonic Spirit Magic, their brains boiling to death.
