The battle grew fiercer as Marine warships arrived one after another. More and more Marines joined the assault on Wuli. He was deep behind Marine lines.
Unable to break through the encirclement, Wuli could only fight on the defensive. Anxiety began to gnaw at him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Suddenly, explosions from laser blasts sent Marines flying. Plants thrashed wildly through the air, ensnaring the Marines ahead.
Bins and the enormous modified Pacifistas known as White Bears cut through the battlefield like a blade, opening a path toward Wuli.
Other Marines tried to stop them, but the Neo Navy's even fiercer assault kept them pinned down. They could not break away.
Z sensed the subtle shift in the battle too. His gaze fell on Bins, and his movements faltered for an instant.
Is Bins trying to help that guy? That's reckless. We don't even know who he is. We should be holding off the Marines, but this could weaken our defensive line. Still, if that guy rejects what the Marines stand for too, perhaps it's worth it!
Z, his purple hair visible above his sunglasses, smiled at the Marines charging toward him while his attention was elsewhere. The massive iron-arm Crusher roared to life, gathering a dazzling white light.
Crusher Strike!
A powerful blast erupted from the Crusher with a thunderous roar. Its crushing force knocked down a vast swath of Marines ahead.
Zephyr used the opening to catch his breath and take his medicine. Age was catching up with him.
Once, he could have dealt with soldiers of this caliber effortlessly. Now he felt a trace of fatigue. Time spared no one.
His body might be failing, but his spirit had not surrendered. Even if he had made mistakes, he would use what strength he had left to purge this