"With so many turrets, a direct charge would get me turned into Swiss cheese."
Han Feng's gaze sharpened as he steered the monster through a series of dazzling evasive maneuvers in the air.
Serpentine weaves, barrel rolls, and abrupt stops and turns.
The beams of light from below were like the Grim Reaper's scythe, repeatedly grazing his scalp as they flew by.
'I have to pull these nails out first!'
Han Feng spotted an opening and abruptly dove, the monster beneath his feet opening its massive maw.
"Break!"
A dozen or so cyan Wind Blades howled forth, viciously slashing at the nearest turret.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
A shower of sparks erupted.
However, when the smoke and dust cleared, Han Feng's pupils constricted slightly.
The turret's surface only had a few shallow white marks; not even much of the paint had chipped off.
Seeing this, Han Feng quickly used All Things Identification to inspect the material of the ground-based weapons.
