The Imperial Mecha that was about to kill him had a weapon embedded in its right side, now being withdrawn at a speed that was incredibly fast yet paradoxically slow to the eye.
On the weapon, crimson blood was rapidly drying.
It was his captain who, at the most critical moment, managed to disable this Imperial Mecha, rendering it incapable of further attacks.
I'm not going to die?
I survived?
Just as the surge of surprise formed in his mind, a furious voice erupted beside his ear.
"Are you fucking dead or not? If you're dead, then get the hell away and die somewhere else! If you're not, keep fighting!"
Ah, that damned temper of the captain.
"Not dead, I'm not dead."
With a trembling voice, Tian Qi shouted while controlling his Mecha to grab the Imperial Mecha's thrusting spear, pulling it forward while retreating.
The tip of the spear withdrew, and through the damaged chest of his Mecha, the outer shell of the cockpit came into view.
He had been so close to death.
