Time passed little by little.
Inside Phantom's cockpit, Luo Yan even closed his eyes.
When it reached ten in the morning, Luo Yan opened his eyes and looked out through the panoramic window again. At the distant end of the highway, he saw dust rising into the air.
The dust billowed like a curtain, rolling and swirling.
A moment later, several mechas appeared on the road. Their thrusters sprayed Blue Flames behind them, generating immense thrust that made them skim just above the ground and surge forward at incredible speed.
As the heavy frames skimmed along, they produced a deep, weighty roar that split the air, as though bomber planes were flying low overhead. The sound was deafening.
By comparison, Phantom's high-speed passage was much quieter. Its streamlined design reduced wind resistance to the greatest extent possible, so it naturally lacked the overwhelming momentum of these mechas.
Luo Yan sized up the mechas, his gaze settling on the imposing frame in the middle, which looked like a divine god.
Although he had never seen this mecha before, he knew from Han Xu's information that it was called Saint King. It was Jiang Chengxuan's ride—a Divine General mecha.
A frightening golden light lit up in his eyes. Luo Yan activated Golden Eyes of Enlightenment, and the information on the mechas and their pilots became clear at a glance.
"One Divine General, two Divine Guards, and five Advanced Mechas."
"Three people in the Profound Comprehension Realm, and five at the Advanced level..."
"Although these aren't all their mechas, there won't be another Divine General mecha in that team from Yellow Springs. At most, they'll have one at the Divine Guard level."
Luo Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, then sent Nishang a message.
At that moment, Saint King and the other seven mechas