Buzz!
Outside the panoramic viewport, flames filled the sky, and the entire cockpit shook violently. If he had not been wearing his seat belt, Gao Jin would have been thrown clear by now.
Although he was still in his seat, the shaking made his vision swim, and everything he saw appeared doubled.
He was inside a Divine General Mecha, at least. If he had been in a Divine Guard or an Advanced Mecha, Gao Jin suspected he would have been knocked unconscious for a second or two.
He shook his head hard and quickly regained consciousness. His vision also returned to normal.
Looking out through the panoramic viewport, he saw that his opponent had not taken the opportunity to attack. Instead, the enemy had pulled away, and then streaks of sword light appeared around the black mecha.
The sword lights flashed and shot forward like lightning.
Fortunately, Ziwei predicted the trajectory of this sword light, allowing Gao Jin to dodge it with ease.
But in the next second, the sword lights around Black Scale shot out continuously like a rapid-fire barrage.
In an instant, sword lights filled Gao Jin's vision, like countless flowing streams. The sight dazzled and confused him.
Twenty-Four Solar Terms Sword!
These sword lights carried different sword intents and wielded different sword momentum.
Some drove straight in with long, forceful thrusts. Others weaved and circled.
Some suddenly vanished without a trace, while others flew erratically, flickering unpredictably.
In an instant.
Ziwei's prediction window was drastically reduced. It shrank from being able to foresee one or two minutes into the future to just thirty seconds.
As a result, Gao Jin could no longer remain as composed as before.
Whenever possible, Ziwei evaded. When it could not, it cut the sword lights apart.
Even so, faced with the endless