By evening, the sky outside Shrek City had gradually darkened.
A jet-black mecha was leading six Purple Mechas into the distance at a terrifying speed.
They moved incredibly fast. With the thrust the Black Mecha could unleash, even an ordinary Soul Sage could not possibly catch it in a short time.
But just then, directly beneath the mechas, an ordinary-looking youth stood calmly.
His gaze was indifferent, as though everything before him had nothing to do with him.
Watching the seven mechas sweep past, he took a step forward.
His speed was actually no match for the Black Mecha's, but he did not need to be faster than it.
He only needed to be faster than the Purple Mechas-or, rather, to intercept them successfully. That would be enough.
As he considered this, the youth slowly raised his right hand.
A long saber, black and gold throughout, silently materialized in his palm.
Li Moxun had personally forged this saber from a special metal alloy.
Together with the special formation patterns inscribed on it, the saber appeared to be merely a sixth-tier Soul Tool.
In reality, however, its durability and overall performance had firmly reached the level of a Level 7 Soul Tool.
A weapon forged from this special metal alloy could easily break through the defenses of Two-Word Battle Armor.
Breaking through the Black Mecha's defenses with it would be somewhat harder, but the difference would certainly not be great.
Still considering this, the youth gently flexed his wrist.
His gaze fixed on the seven mechas that had already flown over his head at high speed, and he murmured, "Spirit Word, Bronze Throne."
His voice was quiet, so quiet that the wind nearly swallowed it.
Yet the instant his words fell, his entire body vanished from where he stood.
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