Crack, crack...
The faint sound of fracturing was especially distinct in the silence after everything around them had collapsed.
As the dust cloud settled, Shura knelt on one knee.
In the enormous crater before it, Cold White Sparrow's body had long since been buried deep beneath the rubble.
"Can we still go back?"
Several girls beside Fatty murmured, their faces filled with fear.
"Definitely!"
What flashed through Fatty's mind was that black figure descending from the sky back on Zicui Star, when they had been fleeing through the streets and were about to be swallowed by the Beast Tide.
The one who had brought him endless shock and endless hope...
It had always been you!
Fatty clenched his fists.
"That mech... was it blown apart?" Another girl nervously poked her head out for a glance, then asked anxiously.
Everyone around her unconsciously held their breath upon hearing her voice.
These students had all been injured in the violent impact just now. Several had broken ribs and lay on the ground, gritting their teeth hard.
What filled those bloodshot eyes now was endless hope.
"It should have been..."
"No."
White Hair gently shook his head beside them. Ever since seeing Mu Fan, the usual carefree playfulness had vanished from his face.
Huh?
Everyone turned to look at White Hair.
His expression was solemn.
Beside him stood Ghost Tiger Klock, vice president of the Mecha Club. Klock also gently shook his head. "What worries me more is... how many of those mechs are left..."
The moment those words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
Meanwhile, madness and calm alternated in White Hair's eyes.
As the heir of the great Yin Corporation, his status and experience meant that he saw much further ahead than the others.
Dingchuan Academy had already been branded as