Before Saine truly stepped through the Bronze Gate, something went wrong with Wuzhuo first.
At the very beginning, the edge of that cloud of rule-darkness clinging to him got stained with a bit of residue from the Dark Golden Destruction Crystal Tide.
Wuzhuo had originally planned to shake it off.
After all, the Power of Destruction near the Bronze Gate could carve black-red cracks into even the God of Machines' outer armor, much less this mass of Origin of Pollution that was him.
But that bit of destruction residue did not immediately explode.
As though dragged down by some viscous flow of mud, it slowly sank into the pollution rules on Wuzhuo's outer layer.
Even Wuzhuo himself froze for a moment.
"Don't move."
Saine's voice rang out immediately after.
The God of Machines turned around, and dozens of observation probes locked onto Wuzhuo at the same time.
The cloud of rule-darkness that was Wuzhuo instantly stiffened in place.
He very much wanted to say that he was actually in a little pain right now.
But he held it in.
Saine quickly discovered that Wuzhuo was not devouring the Destruction Rule.
He did not have that ability.
If it had truly been devouring, Wuzhuo's origin would long since have been devoured in return by the destruction residue and blasted apart.
The level of the Destruction Rule behind the Bronze Gate was too high.
It was different from the Power of Destruction mastered by the Destruction Divine Kingdom Legion under Locke's command.
The Power of Destruction of the Destruction Divine Kingdom, no matter how violent, still carried the brand of Locke's will and the order of the divine kingdom system.
The Power of Destruction behind the Bronze Gate was more like a wildfire without reins.
It accepted no command, nor did it