Clash of the strong
"Attention! Attention! Energy is rapidly being exhausted…"
The Light God Mecha Armor flashed with a piercing red light as the sound of loud warnings filled the air.
In the boundless space, a hole of darkness floated before their eyes, and the more they got nearer to it, the closer they felt it was.
Even their breaths would turn to ice, as though the temperature in their body was being rapidly absorbed away.
Darkness occupied their vision. The tension was so heavy that it could drive people mad. The monotony of darkness seemed to become the sole color of the universe, and it felt so oppressive that people were breathless.
Through the correspondence between the mecha armors, Feng Lin could clearly hear that his comrades were panting.
Although they were already mentally prepared in their hearts before they entered the battlefield, when true danger arrived, it was still very difficult for people to maintain their cool-headedness.