With the copper mirror in hand, Yang Xiao was fully confident. He didn't plan on a head-on confrontation; instead, all he needed to do was buy time. Silently doing the calculations in his mind, he estimated that a few more minutes should be the limit for maintaining his strength.
The moment Yang Xiao stepped out from behind cover, he was spotted. The Doraemon was now blood-soaked, standing in front of a glass door, its body riddled with arrows. For some reason, the tale of Zhuge Kongming borrowing arrows with straw boats came to mind.
As Doraemon raised its fist, Yang Xiao activated his ability and vanished from its sight. After a brief pause, Doraemon shifted its focus to the three people behind cover, staggering towards them. Meanwhile, Yang Xiao emerged from behind it, fired his gun, but the bullets seemed to sink into a sea of mud, causing no ripples on hitting Doraemon's body.