"But it's time for this game to end."
Before his words had even faded, countless points of blue light erupted around him, swirling like a constellation of stars.
"Die!"
The next second.
Zhao Ying's figure flashed forward, his palm striking out once more.
But this time, the moment he came within ten meters, he was blasted back by an invisible field.
On the open ground,
space itself seemed to be violently ripped apart by a pair of invisible hands. Following an intense energy fluctuation,
a tall, imposing, phantom-blue Mecha slowly materialized as if descending from the void,
enveloping Celestial Magnet's body within it.
The Mecha's entire body radiated a cold, metallic luster.
Its shell, forged from some unknown high-strength alloy, had aurora-like ripples shimmering across its surface.
The Mecha's lines were fluid and sharp.
Two black long spears were crossed on its back.
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