Lack of Teamwork

When Yin Yuan flew away, leaving the area above everyone's heads, Song Bao suddenly felt his whole body grow lighter.

The crushing pressure of death and the shadow of possibly dying at any moment finally left him.

Once he had relaxed, Song Bao's first reaction was to pilot his mecha and charge outside.

Not only did he want to break out of this deadly place, but he also wanted to assist Bi'an.

Perhaps compared with Bi'an and Luo Yan, both his mecha and his personal cultivation and combat power were far inferior.

But Song Bao had never been the sort of person who dumped his troubles on others and ran away.

If he did that, he feared that after he went to the Yellow Springs one day, his elder brother would curse him to death.

"We're going to help!"

Song Bao shouted.

"Let's go!"

"I've been waiting for this moment."

"Kill this bastard!"

His teammates responded with a roar. One mecha after another charged out of the deadly zone and toward Qin Yuan.

Before leaving, Old Zhang glanced back at the mecha that had collapsed onto the ground, as if it were tired and sitting there resting with its back hunched.

"Wait for us."

"A Yuan, we're going to avenge you!"

Then he piloted his mecha out as well.

After breaking out of that position, Song Bao saw Qin Yuan collapsed in the distant streets, temporarily unable to move.

The silver-white mecha with black tiger stripes, Bi'an, sprayed blue flames from its back, propelling its body forward like wind. In the blink of an eye, it passed by Qin Yuan.

At that moment, the mecha crouched and bent forward. The long sword Dragon Elephant, already drawn, swept across Qin Yuan's body in a resplendent arc of sword light like a