"What was he trying to do!?"
That was probably what everyone wanted to ask.
But all they saw was Ji Mingyu standing dazed inside the cockpit.
Not moving at all.
"No... impossible."
"This is impossible!"
"How could the Crystal Palace shatter!!"
Inside that crystal ball-like cockpit, Ji Mingyu's body trembled.
He was the pride of the Feng Binghua Family, someone his peers looked up to, and the pilot of the Federation's ultimate weapon.
The meaning of his existence was to serve as this generation's pillar of the family, pass down its glory, and ensure that the Ji Family stood forever at the pinnacle of the Federation.
Yet now, the Crystal Palace he had been proudest of had been cleaved apart by a single strike from his opponent.
It overturned every reason for his existence.
The beliefs of his entire life came crashing down in that instant.
Nothing was crueler than losing one's faith.
Yet at this moment... no matter what expression he made, how unbelievable it seemed to him, or how terrified he was inside—
Mu Fan acted as though he had not seen him at all.
Asura's energy bar had already dropped to 74%, and his gaze was equally cold.
The black mecha flew high into the sky, its cape snapping behind it. Carrying the crystal ball, it flew straight eastward.
After Ji Mingyu had stood there in a daze for so long, once he saw the direction of flight and the familiar city drawing closer in his vision—
His body finally began to shake, his palm pressing against the inner wall of the crystal ball.
Ji Mingyu's face was no longer icy white at that moment, but a powerless pallor.
Because the area Mu Fan was flying over was clearly...
The Feng Binghua Family's stronghold—Roland City!
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