War swept across heaven and earth.
From the sky to the ground, from mountain ranges to magma, every inch of space burned, slaughtered, and died.
Fang Mo lay hidden, quietly watching the war he had personally ignited through reconnaissance devices scattered across the battlefield.
Holographic projections spread before him, dozens of images playing simultaneously and bringing every corner of the battlefield into view.
"Fucking strong..."
He could not help muttering a curse.
On the screen, the Mechanical Empire's war machines were operating at full power.
Three destruction-class starships hovered high in the sky in a triangular formation, thousands of energy cannons along their hulls continuously spewing beams of death.
Every barrage cleared a vacuum zone amid the beast horde.
Any beast struck, whether Transcendent-level or Spirit Transformation Level, was vaporized directly in the beams, leaving not even wreckage behind.
Tens of thousands of Mech Warriors formed battle formations. Led by Level 6 War Kings, they were like razor-sharp blades, repeatedly carving through the beast formations. The roar of energy cannons, the sweeping laser fire, and the dull sounds of alloy blades cutting into flesh intertwined into a brutal war song.
And those Liquid Metal Warriors were the most dazzling presences on the battlefield.
Every Level 5 Liquid Metal Warrior could hold their own, charging in and out of the beast horde. Hundreds of Level 5 Liquid Metal Warriors were the battlefield's most ruthless killing machines, leaving bloody carnage in their wake.
The Level 6 Liquid Metal Warriors were mobile storms of death upon the battlefield.
Wherever they passed, Form Transformation Level beasts would inevitably fall, spraying blood. Even a Heaven Penetrating Level beast could only hold out for a quarter of an hour beneath the siege of several Level 6 Liquid Metal Warriors before finally being slain.
Fang Mo's heart