"You... who the hell are you?"
A startled voice came from inside the Mecha, strained with pain. Clearly, the Puppeteer piloting it had also suffered grave injuries in the collision.
A Mecha generally provided protection commensurate with its grade, but after suffering repeated heavy blows, even its outer shell had broken. The person inside naturally could not escape unscathed.
"Heh, knowing too much can get you killed!"
Li Chen quietly gathered what little magic power he had left and clenched his hand from a distance. Like an invisible giant palm, it tore the damaged shell clean off the Mecha.
After repeated strikes from Divine Thunder and the final collision with the Flying Chair, the Mecha's shell had undergone a complete transformation.
It was like weakened metal, far more fragile than he had imagined. With one forceful tug, Li Chen tore off a section over a foot square, then pulled again and ripped it open completely.
Inside the Mecha, around its waist, abdomen, and chest, there was indeed an upright cockpit where a Puppeteer could hide and operate it.
A Puppeteer of around thirty with Late Qi Refining cultivation lay inside, covered in blood and barely breathing.
With a glance, Li Chen saw that the earlier collision had crushed the cockpit inward. A protruding sheet of alloy on its inner wall had jutted out and sliced away a palm-sized piece of the man's skull.
His neck, shoulder, and chest also bore wounds from fragments crushing and piercing them. Spirit blood resembling mercury slurry had congealed on the surface, forming silvery edges like exposed cross sections of metal, but it did nothing to halt his ebbing life.
Li Chen wasted no words on him. He pointed a finger and struck with Divine Thunder, killing him in a single blow.
Li Chen then