In the command center.
George, along with the consortium magnates, were all shocked to the point of being unable to contain themselves, each one staring wide-eyed!
"Oh my God!"
"What... what is that thing?"
"With just a breath in and out, he instantly unleashed a torrent of freezing breath, turning all the drones into ice sculptures and then destroyed them?"
"How is this possible? He's in the Sahara Desert, and it's daytime now, with temperatures reaching several tens of degrees, yet he can still emit such a terrifying freezing breath?"
"These miniature aerial attack drones cost 1.4 million US Dollars each, and we dispatched fifty of them, only for him to annihilate them all at once? We've lost seventy million dollars!"
"Losing seventy million dollars isn't what's frightening; what's frightening is that the fifty aerial attack drones had no effect whatsoever!"
