The battle raged outside the mine. The clash between six mechs wreaked astonishing destruction on the surrounding environment.
Of course, not everyone fought with the earth-shaking ferocity of Yang Kui and Tyr.
At least, Xia Yan's side was far less intense.
Several Blood Curse Spirits clung to 'Thor' like ghosts. Though their claws raked the mech, they did not cause any serious damage.
But wherever the Curse Spirits scratched, the wiring rapidly aged, while the armor quickly rusted as if it had endured years of wind and rain.
This made Thor frown deeply. He was worried that Xia Yan's Curse Spirits would scrap his mech.
However, Xia Yan's target was not the mech.
It was Thor inside the mech.
The Curse Spirits were merely a means to an end.
At that moment, Thor had no idea how dangerous his situation was.
After tangling with the Curse Spirits for a while, he lost patience.
Inside the helmet, the man who wielded the power of the Norse God of Thunder snorted, then activated Divine Grace.
The already-darkening sky was rapidly occupied by dark clouds that had drifted in from nowhere.
They converged into a thick curtain of clouds, and then thunder and lightning appeared within them.
Immediately afterward, dazzling white lightning poured down, like silver spears hurled at the earth by the gods.
Because the lightning was so dense, there was nowhere to dodge. The Curse Spirits and the mech 'Red Sleeve', piloted by Xia Yan, were all enveloped within Thor's Thunder Roar.
Inside the cockpit, Xia Yan crushed another 'Blood Bead'.
Above the mech's head, several Blood Curse Spirits clung together in a mass, shielding 'Red Sleeve' from the lightning strikes.
Boom! Rumble, rumble!
Thunder continued to roar, and soon one Curse Spirit after another was blasted apart.
Lightning struck 'Red