However, when Chris saw the mechanical puppet rush into the sky, the blood energy condensed into an enormous face formed from the corpses of nearly ten thousand kobolds.
The jealousy in its heart turned into endless ecstasy.
"Hahaha!"
"You are seeking your death!
"No matter how strong you are, you can't pilot a damaged mechanical puppet to face the mighty god!"
Chris could almost see the mechanical puppet's broken image at this moment.
It felt as comfortable as eating an iced watermelon during the hottest time of July.
It was dangerous, paralyzingly dangerous.
Every cell in Richard's body was on alert.
Even though he piloted the extraordinary hunter, the fear in his heart grew stronger every time he got closer to the blood-hued mud that condensed in the sky.
He seemed to jump into the mouth of a giant abyss beast.
He was closer to death than ever.
However, he had nowhere to retreat.