When the light shone for the last time, a black mecha covered in fine cracks stood silently.
Its left hand rested on the hilt of a sword, with a weathered aura, like a sculpture that had endured many storms.
In the empty warehouse, Black's voice suddenly resonated:
"Shura! Mu Fan is now in a life-and-death crisis—"
Before finishing the sentence, two red flames suddenly leaped in the deep, dark eye sockets of the mecha.
In the next second, the red flames filled the entire eye sockets!
The battered mecha suddenly raised its head, its eyes blood-red.
Silently and without a sound, it stepped forward, the scarlet cloak suddenly rising, and the four engines simultaneously surged with red tail flames.
Crack.
At the moment Shura's left knee bent, the super precision steel floor unexpectedly sunk nearly half a meter—
At this moment, Shura had already given its answer.
