energy returning to their peak strength. 。His gaze narrowed, and with a wave of his hand, Zhuo Shi summoned Tang Wulin back to the ground. The crimson glow that resembled an inflamed ruby was absorb..."First-class combat readiness" 。Repetition, first-level combat readiness 。"Lock on target, await command!"

The whirring of the soul conductor echoed across the northern lands.

On a sea surface covered with vast swathes of ice, long-range cannons from three major fleets all aimed at the distant horizon. 。Quietly waiting. 。Everyone is waiting for the arrival of this important moment. 。This might also be a moment of life and death for mankind!

Dong Zi'an was at the forefront of the Western Army Corps defense line. His crimson werewolf mecha was so conspicuous.

Let every Western soldier be able to see clearlyl be able to participate in the final. 。Tang Wulin had won eight consecutive victories, both in the soul master and mecha categories, without encountering any particularly powerful opponents. 。Even th...