A Red Hulk mercenary had his chest pinned to the ground, one side of his face pressed against the floor. Fury burned in his eyes as he gritted his teeth, his face twisting into a savage scowl. The muscles all over his body bulged tightly beneath his skin, forming massive, violently defined lines. Both arms braced against the ground, veins protruded like coiling dragons, terrifyingly swelling and crawling over his arms. One could imagine the blood within them already churning like raging waves, rolling in torrential fury.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!"
Some of the Red Hulk mercenaries growled low in their throats, as though invisible mountains were crushing them down. They pushed against the ground, the arteries in their necks bulging as if they were about to burst. Their arms trembled, veins twisting like dragons, their faces flushed with blood. Their entire bodies seemed on the verge of exploding from the inside out as they forced their chests up inch by inch from the ground.
He-El nodded, quite satisfied.
He was not satisfied with these unruly, temperamental, cruel, cold-blooded mercenaries daring to resist.
He was satisfied with the power of his Gene Serum.
Under such an enormous burden, both their strength and the resilience of their bodies had performed as He-El expected.
These people had value.
"Very good. Being able to push yourselves up is truly impressive. Your willpower is truly commendable." He-El praised them without restraint, then lightly tapped again with his right index finger.
It seemed as though the immense pressure had compressed even the air into visible lines. With a sudden whoosh, the air stretched into trailing streaks as if it had become tangible to the naked eye, then violently crushed downward.
Boom—
The Red Hulk mercenaries who had been lifting their chests from the ground once again felt Mount