"Ugh!" His mecha was struck consecutively. The immense shocks from the hits, even after the mecha had provided protection against them, still caused Li Lanfeng to be injured. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Beep! Beep! Beep! Warning! Warning! Mecha damage has reached 47%. Please retreat immediately." The optical supercomputer if the mecha gave out a warning, advising that the mecha was no longer fit to fight.
"Retreat? If he doesn't retreat, how could I?" Li Lanfeng smiled coldly. From when he followed Ling Lan into the battlefield, he had decided to move forward or retreat together.
The high-intensity fight had truly exhausted him, but now his spirit instantly exploded in strength.
"Ah!" He shouted angrily as the large sword in his hand slashed horizontally. The slash sent three mechas attempting to take him out to fall back.
