For a moment, the scarred woman felt like she was suddenly shoved into a high-speed washing machine drum.
She desperately tried to channel her Spiritual Power, but the Mecha beneath her was completely out of control.
The connection between her Spiritual Power and the Mecha core was like a kite string stretched to its limit, snapping one by one.
A force as overwhelming as a landslide or tsunami, with crushing, twisting power, rampaged across the surface of the Mecha; the scarred woman could hear her Mecha's groaning under the strain.
"Damn it!"
Her eyes were bloodshot as she gritted her teeth, growling and trying to break free from the force.
But at that moment, the force had already penetrated through the Mecha, reaching the interior of the cockpit.
The scarred woman widened her eyes, watching helplessly as the special solution serving as her last layer of protection distorted and deformed like a water balloon being squeezed by an invisible hand.
