Amid the deafening roar, the low mountain collapsed with a thunderous crash.
Boulders rolled and dust billowed, obscuring half the sky.
The winding river that had originally flowed across the land was forced to change course as well. Its turbulent waters surged among the scattered rocks, occasionally colliding with them and sending up sprays of foam.
The vegetation all around had suffered terribly. Some of it was still burning fiercely, while other plants had been torn up by the roots by the shockwave. The entire scene was a complete mess.
All across this land that had just endured a fierce battle, black scales lay scattered everywhere.
These were Li Long's Dragon Scales. Some were completely intact, some were shattered beyond recognition, and some were stained with Li Long's blood.
Apart from the scales, fragments of mecha armor were scattered across the Battlefield as well. Not far away, a dark-gray heavy mecha sat collapsed on the ground.
Its left arm was missing, and the massive shield lying on the ground was covered in cracks, its surface blackened.
There were also several clear cracks across the mecha's chest, marks left by Li Long's sharp claws.
Sparks were spraying from all over the mecha. Parts from inside the machine had fallen across the ground, cables were exposed to the air, and the engine oil used to lubricate its internal components had leaked out.
No matter how one looked at it, the mecha was no longer capable of fighting.
Fortunately, when Luo Yan opened the automatic door of the cockpit, the pilot inside staggered out and gave Luo Yan an apologetic, bitter smile.
Aside from this mecha, the others could still be used normally, though the mechas that had taken part in the frontal assault had all suffered more or less some damage.
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