Lowering the Floating Mountain was risky. Once it was close to the ground, enemies could retaliate with bows and arrows, or even charge onto the mountain itself.
But right now, to prevent more elite Mountain Bandits or their leaders from escaping, Wang Yi decided to take the risk and use the Floating Mountain to crush the Gathering Hall directly.
Of course, he was still playing it safe, ducking into the cockpit of Prototype No. 1.
Down below, the Mountain Bandits had already been scared out of their wits. They were all running and fleeing for their lives. Even the few bold ones who lingered to watch didn't have bows.
Nothing could stop the Floating Mountain. The weight-like peak descended rapidly, bearing down on the Gathering Hall. How could a building made of thatch and wooden beams withstand such immense pressure?
