The Thunderhawk in Ruan Xiongfei's hands, at this moment, is like a...
Mad Dog!
Countless fist shadows pounded out large swathes of shockwaves.
In an instant, it seemed as though attacks were coming from all directions at once.
The SS-class mecha [Daytime], known for using Rapid Freeze Beams for mid-range attacks, lost its advantage when faced with the suddenly close-range Thunderhawk.
Often, as soon as the weapon began charging, it was punched away by Thunderhawk, forcefully interrupted.
At this moment, in the cockpit, Yu Qianshi felt his whole body being forced into a tremor, producing a virtual image.
"Bas-tard...!"
It took him a full three seconds to utter these words.
Boom!
Another punch hits directly to the chest.
Amidst a circle of brilliant ice explosion, visible cracks appeared on the chest of the Demon God [Daytime].
Flying horizontally mid-air!
Ruan Xiongfei vented all his grudges.
