The fury of the King of the North, fueled by Ji Xinghe's words, reached its highest peak in a lifetime. Even when it had come to realize it could not inherit the Empire, it had never been so enraged.
The conversation ended there, and orders were issued.
The Imperial mechs that had gathered behind the King of the North began to destroy the cabin walls on both sides of the corridor. Whether the ship would completely disintegrate no longer mattered to them.
Because the King of the North no longer cared.
The vibrations were incessant, and the time left for Ji Xinghe was quickly running out. The combat space most suited for him to unleash his strength was about to be transformed into a space better suited for the Imperial mechs to swarm him.
So he turned and ran.
The Imperial mechs, as he had anticipated, charged directly into the corridor, but not the Prince mechs he had hoped for.
Even Duke mechs were enough to limit Ji Xinghe.
