In the midst of a wind-blown sandstorm.
A steel Battle Armor, about five to six meters tall, continuously marched forward.
It slowly approached the edge of the Hell Rift and peered down.
All that could be seen were densely packed ghost soldiers lying on the scorching rock walls, similar to a group of hibernating bats, eyes closed, plunged into deep slumber.
— It seemed they too feared the sandstorm that swept through heaven and earth outside.
What to do now?
The steel Battle Armor hesitated a bit.
If it attacked one, and they all woke up, swarming to attack—
This Mobile Battle Armor would definitely not hold out.
A solution had to be found.
The steel battle armor stood for a few moments, its outer shell suddenly full of dents, large and small.
The Mecha couldn't last much longer!
Suddenly.
The Mecha raised its arm.
Click—
A mechanical heavy gun ejected from the arm, firing bursts of fire straight down into the rift.
Ratatatatata!
Blood splattered everywhere.
