As the words fell, the scarred long spear was slowly drawn out by the Great Moon Sacrifice.
The spear tip lifted, raised high to the sky.
"Ha, a Moon Eclipse Gun that can't trigger a moon eclipse... I'd like to see how you'd dodge?"
Shang Xiong's lips curved into a smile, the long knife in Gale Traveler's hand represented the highest command authority of more than a hundred A-class mechas.
Without flight, without a moon eclipse, how will you dodge?
Mu Fan silently watched the incoming rain of arrows.
The solitary moon-white mecha appeared lonely and tragic in the vast, flat Tree God Valley.
Thud...
One foot stepped down, making a somewhat dull sound, the cold gleam of the spear tip embedded in the soil, carving a small groove as the mecha moved.
Then another foot lifted...
Heavily stepped down!
The earth waves splashed up in everyone's sight at that moment.
In the dense arrow rain, in everyone's bewildered gaze.
