But those drones were merely blasted away, not damaged.
"Jiayan and Yiyi, you attack too, freely attack, shoot down as many as you can."
Yang Yuan said.
In fact, the two women were already attacking.
Jiang Yiyi was the fastest, and at times like this, her passive ability reemerged; she didn't even need her eyes, and could hit distant drones with a casual arrow.
There was a flash of brilliance, and the high-tech drones bounced backward into the sky, exploding as they flew.
Yet Zhao Jiayan's arrows sometimes missed.
Because those drones seemed to have some sort of intelligent judgment, capable of dodging beyond comprehension.
The arrows of the two women did not reach pseudo-sublight speed, so if the drones could anticipate, they could still dodge from this range.
"Big brother, there are more and more drones, so many..."
Suddenly, Jiang Yiyi exclaimed.
