But in the next second, the temperature of the blazing flames rapidly dropped, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a pale cold fire, spreading in all directions like frost.
A black mecha's arm nearby was inadvertently touched, instantly letting out a scream. Fortunately, the captain was quick on his feet, slicing off his left arm with a single stroke while also tossing away the long knife he was holding. In mid-air, a severed arm and a metal-long knife were completely consumed by the flames, turning into ashes bit by bit.
"What… is that!?"
...
5:30 in the afternoon.
The border between Chongshan Province and East Sea Province.
A silver-white afterimage swiftly flew past a highway and gradually slowed down. Inside the Pale Death God mecha, Bai Tang was panting heavily, his cold sweat pouring down. His spirit felt slightly stung, an aftereffect of the earlier outburst.
"I just… killed two people."
"I…"
Bai Tang clenched his fist tightly, murmuring to himself.
