The fireworks that suddenly soared upwards were the purest and most intense red.
The scorching air began to twist, and the ground beneath their feet started to melt.
Yet on all the radars, under the smoke and flames stirred by Nuonuo, there was nothing.
No one could see the mecha beneath the black dense clouds at this moment.
In the deepest part of Mu Fan's consciousness, when the sky burst into flames, from soul to body, from the depths of his brain to every muscle, he felt an immense agony.
As if his body was being torn apart, his consciousness gradually began to emerge from the chaos.
However, as his consciousness slowly regained bits of clarity, his eyes remained closed.
Therefore, he naturally didn't know that countless scalding, hot liquids were continuously being pumped into his body through metal tubes.
His damaged cells greedily absorbed it all, and the internal injuries began to heal themselves bit by bit.
"Hmph!"
