It had been a long time since Meng Chao had felt, at such close range, the hearts of so many compatriots like himself—black-haired, black-eyed, from the same homeland—beating in the same powerful rhythm. "Thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump." Like war drums pounding.
The long-lost feeling reminded him of the Monster War, when he and countless comrades had shouted, burned with fury, and charged forward with chipped blades and guns emptied of bullets, leaving only bayonets—or even bare-handed, armed with nothing but scarred iron fists—still charging without hesitation toward the beast tide that blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
That monstrous tide, formed from tens of thousands of vicious beasts, had been far more terrifying than the flood before them!
For Meng Chao, who had fought alone in Turanze for an entire year, the feeling of being able to stand shoulder to shoulder with his compatriots once more was beyond wonderful.
It stirred the power of the God Realm buried deep within his cells even more effectively than the purest stimulant!
In an instant, with the aid of countless people's spiritual resonance, Meng Chao's Life Magnetic Field expanded to its limit.
His thoughts raced like lightning, and he analyzed the entire structure of the Crystal Communication Tower, its center of gravity, the degree of metal fatigue in every steel beam, even every screw at every joint... with crystal clarity.
If Meng Chao had relied purely on brute force to contend with a steel structure dozens of meters high and weighing thousands of tons, one that was constantly twisting and collapsing—
Even with the might of the God Realm, it would have been quite strenuous.
Fortunately, the Crystal Communication Tower's angle of tilt had not yet crossed the Critical Point of collapse.
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