Inside the Empire's large flying device, Prince Ryan watched coldly, his brow tightly furrowed. He was fully aware of Diaz's strength, yet Diaz had failed to take down Li Ming.
This was an extremely dangerous signal. The more mysterious Azure Dragon appeared, the more unattainable his goals would seem.
His eyes flickered momentarily, and he finally spat out two words: "Trash!"
Jaint's fingers turned white from pressure, his mind scattered, and his body seemed to sway faintly. He had absolutely no schadenfreude in his thoughts.
Diaz's strength was not weaker than his, and might even surpass him slightly. If he had been in Diaz's position, he might have suffered an even more humiliating defeat.
He was fully aware that the issue lay within that mecha and mechanical body. If anyone else were equipped with them, they could achieve a similar outcome.
Yet this also highlighted Azure Dragon's astounding prowess.
