Lu Feng stared blankly at the tall mecha in front of him, and the place was as quiet as water, with only the rustling sound of the night wind through the forest.
After a moment, Lu Feng's expression returned to calm, and his gaze gradually became icy cold and hard.
"You are not Lu Qiyuan."
Lu Feng looked at Lu Yuan, and the space device in his hand began to glow, emitting ripple-like translucent waves.
Quickly, his figure was obscured by a bright light.
When the light dissipated, the place where Lu Feng originally stood was replaced by a black mecha.
This mecha had a slim figure, with arms and legs appearing especially long and slender, yet not fragile, instead filled with strength and explosiveness.
On the top of the mecha's head was a short and sharp threaded horn, its eyes faintly glowing red in the black night, with crossed swords inserted on its back.
The impression it gave was like a cold and brooding night warrior.
