Li Changhe did not attack again.
After all, having used the armor-piercing crossbow gun with just a mortal's body, now standing up to randomly pick a mecha fighter to kill would make it glaringly obvious to anyone that Li Changhe was in some trouble.
So he subtly used the Pressure Throne to disrupt his enemies.
With Li Changhe's interference, the head of a red-lacquered mecha soldier was quickly severed by Li Yang.
The scales of victory began to tilt.
....
A few minutes later, Li Yang swung his two chainsaw axes, shattering the sturdy armor of the last enemy, while a splendid flower of fresh blood burst out.
The crisis was completely resolved.
Everyone was slumped in the snow, with expressions somewhere between tears and laughter.
They had paid a great price, but they had survived.
Li Yang was also dangerously tired, but he dared not linger.
If a few more enemies jumped out in the valley, he would be in trouble. His steam energy was mostly spent.
