On the battlefield, the five colossal beasts were still slaughtering.
The giant tiger tore a Spirit Transformation Level storm beast to pieces, threw back its head, and roared. Its roar shook the four directions as blood dripped from its steel fangs. The silver leopard prowled soundlessly along the edge of the battlefield. With a sweep of its claws, strange beasts fell without a sound.
The giant ape roared as it ripped the wings off a colossal storm beast.
High in the sky, lightning shot from the black eagle's wings. Thunderlight flickered as violent bolts poured forth, blanketing the swarm of storm beasts overhead. Countless storm beasts were torn apart by the powerful lightning and tumbled from the sky.
The dark-red energy core in the giant bear's chest gradually calmed. Within a hundred li around it, the land had become a domain of flames, with countless strange beasts torn to shreds.
The storms of the Rift Wind Plateau rose, carrying the stench of blood across the sky.
A deathly silence hung over the Heavenly Vessel.
"...This is a Level 4 Mech?"
Someone murmured, his voice so soft that it seemed he was afraid of disturbing something.
No one answered him.
Everyone's eyes rested on those five colossal beasts. The bloodstains on their armor gleamed dark red beneath the sunlight, while the heat they exhaled condensed into white mist in the cold air.
They did not look like machines.
They looked alive—ferocious beasts returned from antiquity, born for slaughter alone.
"Everyone, did you see that?"
True Monarch Qingshui's voice broke the silence. Standing at the bow of the Heavenly Vessel, he pointed toward the battlefield and declared loudly,
"The combat capabilities of the five mech types—the tiger, leopard, bear, ape, and eagle—have just been demonstrated for all of you."
The crowd nodded.