บท 947: New Direction 1

"That's a Level Three Predator!! Oh my God!" Malone yelled.

"Run!!!" Garen had only seen that Predator from afar but could already feel a faint piercing pain in his eyes. Level Three Predators were equivalent to first-rate Level Three Mech Pilots. He would not be afraid if he still had his initial Willpower, but now that a sea of Predators was chasing him, even the strongest Mech Pilot that ventured into those dangerous waters would die if they were not of Inherited Level. Moreover, his combat Willpower had become useless long ago. Therefore, he could only rely on his non-combative Willpower that was not even a complete system yet.

The Flying Ship increased its speed and moved forward. However, it had already reached its maximum load, making it impossible for the Ship to increase its speed now. In the end, there was no way for them to dodge the gigantic metal fragment that was rushing at them from behind.

Bang!!