[Slaughter Points +10000000]
Hearing the Slaughter Points notification in his mind, he knew the Peacock King was truly dead.
With a wave of his hand, he stored the corpse in the Small World. Those feathers and the peacock stone on its forehead were all good things and could not be wasted.
"Ah! His Majesty is dead!"
That shout made everyone's hearts tremble. They had already been beaten into a panic, fleeing like rats with their heads in their hands. Now, all fighting spirit vanished, and they scattered in every direction.
Seeing this, the siblings Hua Xiaoyao and Hua Sijun became even more fired up, leading their mech squads in relentless pursuit.
Yan Ruyu and the other eight women naturally would not let such an opportunity slip away. Ten squads and ten thousand mechs slaughtered the enemy's hundred thousand troops until they threw down their helmets and armor, leaving corpses strewn everywhere.
An hour later, the battle ended, and everyone began clearing the battlefield.
Hua Qiang stood in the void, his eyes fixed on a certain spot, his expression unreadable.
Deep within the void, clouds as black as spilled ink churned endlessly, every wisp carrying a deathly stillness that made hearts palpitate.
Wutian stood before the formation, his pitch-black robe snapping in the void. Behind him, nearly a hundred thousand dark warriors stood like a grim forest of steles, black aura writhing around them like living creatures, yet unable to conceal the faint trembling of the bodies beneath their armor.
They all widened their eyes, their gazes locked tightly onto the mech warriors clearing the battlefield ahead.
The metal shells of those silver-white mechs were still stained with black blood. As their mechanical arms moved, shattered weapons and armor were collected one by one. Every metallic clang struck the