John took control of the third machine's body and punched instinctively to the right, guided by the feedback of luck. Almost simultaneously, a supersonic-moving dragon machine directly collided with the third machine's fist, crushed by the explosive gas inside the fist. Another iron fist shattered the head of this dragon machine, and Budman's fourth machine immediately returned to the side of the third machine after hitting it.
The sky on the west side of Meteor City was occupied by more than a dozen bizarre dragon-like creatures, Jin Kalash's machine god firmly protected by dragon machines and Constant Dragon Bodies. The old man spoke with the composure of an old noble.
"Using many to delay a few is always the best plan to buy time, right?"
Six dragon machines remaining, seven Constant Dragon Bodies, two special dragon machines. John quickly assessed the situation.
"Budman, can you hold on?"
"Since my debut, there hasn't been a time when I couldn't hold on!" The mob laughed.
