The whole world fell eerily silent as Bastar went on the attack. In this moment, the mecha combat arena in Tianjing was plunged into total silence. They had never seen such an attack before. What was even more terrifying was the extent to which Bastar had been able to sustain such consumption. His Flowing Heart Martial soul seemed to possess an endless source of power, showing no signs of decline at all. How long had this been ongoing? And what kind of power could maintain such equilibrium?
Clang~~~
Like a wolf god, Bastar, piloting his hellfire mech, landed. The glow on his body vanished in an instant and Bastar's face lost color. His mouth opened, he was unable to breathe temporarily. His heart, thumping like rumbling thunder, took seconds to start beating normally. It was as if he had come back from drowning, gasping for his first breath.
He had no breath…
Did he... make it?
He did it!
He had finally defeated that man!!!