At that moment, the silver mecha was buzzing to move, its protective shield on the surface spewing light, shifting unpredictably.
"Last time, he didn't have a protective shield..."
Fang Zhixing instantly noticed that the silver mecha had an additional protective layer, seemingly able to isolate the air.
Perhaps, this was the silver mecha's method to resist "corrosion."
After all, once exposed to the air, it would continuously rust.
The next moment, the silver mecha raised its right hand.
Click-click-click~
The right hand suddenly emitted a mechanical friction noise, changing shape, and the entire arm swelled drastically.
The silver palm was raised, slowly opening.
In the center of the palm, a dark hole appeared, widening continuously.
Then, inside the hole, brilliant white light began to gather.
What a scene!
"Damn, is this a cannon...?"
Xigou instinctively widened his eyes, his fur standing on end.
The next instant, boom!
