"F...Five-Level battleship?" Bernard seemed to be frozen in place, staring blankly at the massive fleet above Zhang Menglong.
A formation of more than 2,000 battleships covered the sky, an overwhelming and ominous sight akin to the apocalypse descending. That Level Three spaceship Bernard had been so proud of suddenly seemed like a mere toy.
"Come on! If you have the guts, come and get me! Weren't you arrogant just now? Come over here!" Zhang Menglong was in full mockery mode, furiously provoking Bernard.
Is a Level Four Civilization lord really that impressive? I have a Level Five Civilization battleship backing me up now. I can flatten your Level Four Civilization in an instant.
Zhang Menglong scratched his ear, "What did you just say? I didn't quite catch that, maybe you could repeat it?"
At this moment, Zhang Menglong's sarcastic nature was gleaming brilliantly once more.
