Boom!
Two blade auras collided, detonating thunder across the sky as berserk energy shockwaves swept through heaven and earth.
At the same time, two figures shot backward.
Both retreated a thousand meters. Their auras surged, their longsabers trembling and ringing. The first probing exchange had ended evenly matched, and both men's eyes grew solemn.
Boom!
The next instant, both shot forward at once, like twin bolts of lightning crashing together again.
A fierce battle erupted. Thunder rumbled through the sky from time to time, violent blade energy bursting forth—at times shooting into the heavens and shredding apart the clouds above, at times falling into the city, where its terrifying energy destroyed every building in its path.
Their battle was even more spectacular and brutal than a melee of mechs. Nothing survived wherever they passed. No one dared approach within dozens of miles of the battlefield; even mechs that came close were instantly shredded.
"Who is that? How does he have the Empire's Liquid Metal Battle Armor, and how can he fight Youjing to such an extent?"
Confusion filled Farrow's eyes. The other party was clearly using Liquid Metal Battle Armor, yet he had never seen it before.
However, he did not dare dwell on it. With Youjing, that powerful Level 5 Liquid Metal Warrior, tied down, the Lotto Group building destroyed, and himself and several dozen Liquid Metal Warriors facing the surging mech army, they were beginning to buckle under the pressure.
"My lord, retreat quickly! We can't hold them off much longer—their mechs just keep increasing!"
Thorne teleported to his side, urgently speaking as he cut down the charging mechs.
"Yes, my lord, retreat quickly! Lord Youjing has been tied up. If we don't leave now, we won't be able to leave!"
Leimo also moved to his side, shielding