In the cockpit of the V-generation Biological Mecha, Light of Sin Abyss, Su Mo reversed the negative energy pollution, then leaned tiredly against the pilot seat, gazing at the drifting wreckage in space.
His mood was indescribably heavy. Although they had won, he couldn't feel any joy.
He glanced briefly; of the three hundred Mechas that had jumped in, fewer than a hundred survived.
The casualties could only be described as devastating.
It should be known that those who charged in were at least General Level, not cannon fodder, all elite among elites.
However, Su Mo was a bit puzzled. If the other side hadn't retreated and continued fighting, they might not have been completely annihilated, but certainly, very few would have escaped.
At this moment, Sith piloted the V-generation Biological Mecha, Fierce Apostle, and flew right in front of Su Mo.
