If the 500 men that Imperial Sky had just produced could turn the tide of war, then the 1,000 heads of Mechanical Servant that Zhang Yang had just summoned could easily send Imperial Sky packing home, with their tails tucked between their legs.
Just when they thought that victory was at hand, Zhang Yang had pulled something out from his pocket, using some sort of cheat code!
"Haha! Just look at their faces! It’s funny as hell!"
"Haha! I’ll tell ya, if this was a comedy movie, they could really be holding that little gold man in the Oscars!"
"Yo! Quit playing, guys! Might as well try acting for a change of profession!"
One by one, when the tables had turned against Lone Desert Smoke, players from Zhang Yang’s side started to taunt the enemy.