"You have no chance, Bai Tang."
"Come back with us quietly, as if nothing ever happened."
In mid-air, the Purple Sword Mecha slowly speaks, its mechanical voice cold.
"Don't try to resist, we don't want to hurt you."
"Surrendering directly is best for both you and me."
Around the corner on the highway, the Yama Mecha slowly steps forward, each step creating a deep pit in the ground, surrounded by a terrifyingly powerful aura.
Bai Tang is surrounded by enemies on both sides, gasping heavily.
Yet, just as most of his attention is drawn by these two, the Lightning Mecha seizes the opportunity and attacks from the mountain peak to his left rear.
"Zing zing zing!"
Three explosive spherical bolts of lightning, carrying strong paralyzing power, instantly carve a cunning arc, all aiming for the back of the Pale Death God.
Luckily, just as they were about to hit.
