Satie's eyes were stone cold, uttering the words, "I'll kill you!"
Like a hurricane, the Mad Mob charged towards the Heavenly Dragon Knight, who had lost its alloy lance. If the opponent was courting death, death it shall be.
Achilles' eyes were mercury-like. Despite the opponent's attacks, he did not retreat. The mech pressed on in a steady pace, moving left and right; like quicksilver flowing in all directions.
Heavenly King Arts - such inspiration.
Mastering the fact tracking of military attacks, the Mad Mob's attacks were fast and furious. However, his every move was calculated, dodging the opponent's attacks with ease.
Witnessing the rapid growth of Wang Zheng, how could he - Achilles - not be anxious?
