"Cloud Dream!"
Fang Mo's eyes snapped open. His powerful Primordial Spirit erupted, and all the blade images merged into one before blasting forward.
He had rarely used the Flowing Cloud Sword's Thirteenth Form; it was merely a way to rouse the power of his Primordial Spirit. This time, however, he used the Cloud Dream sword form to unleash that power, condensing it into an even more powerful strike.
First-level mecha had already been fitted with materials to defend against Primordial Spirit attacks. An ordinary Heaven Realm warrior couldn't affect a Mecha Warrior at all. Only because Fang Mo's Primordial Spirit was strong enough to have long surpassed the Heavenly Human Realm and reached the Transcendent Realm could he inflict damage.
Second-level mecha were specifically designed to counter Transcendent Realm warriors. The Mechanical Empire, with its knowledge of the martial world, had surely added even more defenses against Primordial Spirit attacks.
That was why he hadn't launched a Primordial Spirit attack right away. He'd been waiting for an opening.
But now he couldn't wait any longer. He had no choice but to risk it.
The black mecha sensed the terrifying fluctuations of his blade force. With no time to activate its magnetic field, the pilot hastily deployed the Particle shield. He had already experienced the power of Fang Mo's blade force; without the shield, the mecha wouldn't withstand more than a few strikes.
"What kind of blade art is that?"
In the distance, Xia Fanbai watched through his pain, barely able to keep his eyes open. In his gaze, the blade light seemed dreamlike and unreal, yet its might was unmistakable, as if even heaven and earth trembled before it.
The blade swept out, its astonishing intent shooting straight into the sky, as though it would tear heaven and earth apart.