Mu Fan looked up, his eyes, full of blood color, locked gazes with the equally sanguine eyes of the Shura.
The blood color in the mecha's eyes was cold, while the blood color in Mu Fan's eyes surged fiercely!
"…Agasura…Shura."
Mu Fan murmured, feeling a scorching heat in his chest.
It was that piece of pitch-black metal tag.
The tag with the character "Fan" was continuously releasing astonishing heat.
Mu Fan reached out to grab it.
As he did, the right hand of the mecha spread its palm and slowly positioned it in front of its body.
This time, Mu Fan's mind was clear, and without any hesitation, he took a light step forward and stepped onto the broken hand armor.
The right hand was covered with intersecting scars.
Those marks, eroded by time, instantly showed Mu Fan a vision of a martial artist who had walked over mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The cockpit hatch on the mecha's chest popped open, and Mu Fan stepped inside.