Boom!
A towering figure wreathed in orange-gold light stepped out of the void and planted one foot upon Star Sea. At once, a million li of starry sea shook.
The newcomer wore orange-gold Liquid Metal Battle Armor, like a warrior from ancient times. It resembled armor made of dragon scales, its purple patterns gleaming as though powerful energy flowed through them. A pair of orange-gold metal wings spread from his back.
He held an orange-gold curved saber in his hand and stood upon Star Sea, as if he had the entire expanse pinned beneath his feet.
Clang!
The scrape of metal rang out as the steel wings behind him folded in and settled back against his shoulders.
His eyes, shimmering with an eerie purple light, turned toward the void.
"Purple Winged Blade Emperor has made his move! He's one of the top three among our Imperial Mech Emperors. With him here, we're saved!"
Talek clenched his fists in excitement, a fierce blaze igniting in his eyes.
Leiya, Sanger, and the others were just as thrilled. They'd thought they were doomed, but reinforcements had arrived after all.
"I'm alive! I told you I wouldn't die. I still haven't avenged myself!"
Farrow was so excited he nearly jumped. He'd thought he was done for just moments ago, but the road had turned sharply in his favor. The goddess of fortune had descended once more, and he'd survived yet again.
"Dangyun Heavenly Venerate, come out!"
Purple Winged Blade Emperor spoke. His voice, like metal scraping against metal, rang across Star Sea and traveled hundreds of thousands of li, shaking the void along with it.
At that moment, the burst of blue storm rapidly gathered, forming a figure amid Star Sea.
Black robes, black hair, black eyes—he stood in Star Sea, cloaked in mystery.