The blade light faded, but the dust had yet to settle.
The command center had already been reduced to ruins. Blue smoke rose from the wreckage of the collapsed building, shattered screen glass carpeted the ground, and alloy steel beams had been severed, molten metal dripping from their cuts.
Thick smoke, carrying a pungent scorched stench, poured out from every crack.
Amid the smoke and dust, Fang Mo stood with his saber in hand.
The Dragon Blood Saber hung at his side, the crimson patterns along its blade flowing slowly like veins that had just drunk blood.
His breathing was slightly rushed, and his face was flushed. His all-out burst just now had consumed a great deal of energy. Facing so many powerful opponents, including a Level 6 Liquid Metal Warrior, he did not dare lower his guard in the slightest. At least thirty percent of his energy had been expended.
The result was the complete destruction of the command center, the deaths of large numbers of Mechanical Empire soldiers, and cries of agony still echoing through the ruins.
Four corpses lay among the rubble around him.
The Military Intelligence Bureau's four Level 5 Liquid Metal Warriors were dead beyond doubt. Their Liquid Metal Battle Armor had completely shattered beneath Fang Mo's powerful saber aura and returned to their bodies, while blood flowed out and dyed the ground red.
The middle-aged man from the Military Intelligence Bureau appeared a hundred meters away. The Liquid Metal Battle Armor on his body had become extremely faint. Clutching his chest, he panted with a pale face. Several wounds on his body were still gushing blood.
Fear filled his eyes. What he had thought would be a simple operation had unexpectedly become a matter of life and death.
Thorne knelt on one knee. A