Creak!
Zheng Ye's mechanical arm exerted force, prying open the twisted, deformed alloy fixing plate.
He was the first to prop himself up. After shaking his still-buzzing head, he began checking the condition of the other two.
Blood trickled from Qin Lan's nose and mouth, and her eyes were somewhat unfocused, but she had no significant injuries.
That Fifth Order martial artist had a tough constitution and was largely unharmed.
He let out a breath and poked his head out to look around.
The sight before him made his heart sink.
The other two Shanxiao mechs forming the "tri-box" formation still had mostly intact main structures, but their surfaces were already scorched black.
The one in the center, closest to the blast point, had its Dragon Breath close-in defense cannon, Electromagnetic Cannon turret, and various sensors all blown into scrap metal.
The one farther to the left appeared to have an intact weapons system, yet it had fallen completely silent and stopped firing.
As for the soldiers who had previously been responsible for delivering ammunition and energy to the mechs in the center of the position—
They had vanished without a trace. Only several charred, unrecognizable limbs lay scattered across the ground.
He went to look at the unconscious Li Wei.
She still lay there quietly, the purple-black mist surrounding her body unchanged.
The explosion just now had not harmed her.
Zheng Ye relaxed, but an indescribable trace of bewilderment rose in his heart.
In her current state, if she can't be harmed, then are our sacrifices... meaningless?
But the thought flashed past and was ruthlessly crushed by him.
The gains and losses, success and failure of the decision were matters for the big shots to rack their brains over during the postwar review.
He, Zheng Ye—even the entire Second