The massive mecha wreckage suddenly plummeted from the sky, smashing into the ground and creating a huge crater. The ensuing fierce wind howled and raged, bending nearby large trees, shaking their leaves crazily, and bringing flying sand and rocks that stung faces painfully.
Gu Ningzhi raised his hand to shield his eyes, regretting his hasty decision to come here without driving a mecha, which could at least have spared him from this sandstorm "blowout." He unfortunate tasted a mouthful of sand and stones, blaming his third brother in his heart.
Gu Ningxuan maneuvered his mecha to a steady landing, his chest heaving violently, and sweat continuously appeared on his forehead, as if he hadn't yet awoken from the exhilarating battle before. His gaze slightly shifted, discovering the mecha had over 30% wear and less than 75% energy remaining, a bitter smile unconsciously surfaced on his lips. He was currently penniless, unable to sustain a mecha...
