Three mechas, each over ten meters tall, surrounded Lu Yuan from three different directions.
Two were deep blue, one resembling a bird of prey, the other a wild beast.
The third was pure black, shaped like an ancient Western knight.
All three mechas were Earth Level, with combat power fluctuating around the high end of the fifth rank.
Lu Yuan felt he originally had a chance to make a perfect escape before these three Earth Level mechas surrounded him. The premise was... that no one was holding him back.
Lu Yuan looked down. His calm eyes, seen through his crystal mask, reflected a large hand formed from countless intertwined silver strands.
This hand gripped his ankle tightly.
Lu Yuan casually struck with his sword, barely cutting through a few silver strands, but more immediately took their place.
