Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon

lled his mecha to fly to about 800 meters high. Three pairs of folding wings behind him slowly opened, maintaining its buoyancy in the air. The thrusters continued to eject, and the yellow-ranked mech... this anymore!" Xu Xiaoyan pouted. 。Leo added, "Yeah, be serious." 。"Tang Wulin grinned, “From a certain perspective, there's a chance we'll meet again soon.” 。"Uh..." Yue Zhengyu feigned anger: "Are...