The blade light faded, but the dust had yet to settle.
The command center had been reduced to ruins. Smoke curled from the rubble of the collapsed buildings, shattered screen glass carpeted the floor, and severed alloy beams dripped molten metal from their jagged ends.
Thick smoke, reeking of burning, poured out through every crack.
Amid the dust, Fang Mo stood with his blade in hand.
The Dragon Blood Blade hung at his side, crimson patterns flowing slowly along its edge like veins that had just drunk their fill of blood.
His breathing was slightly ragged, his face flushed. He had expended a great deal of energy in that all-out burst just now. Facing so many powerful opponents, including a Level 6 Liquid Metal Warrior, he hadn't dared let his guard down for a moment. He had used up at least thirty percent of his energy.
The result was that the entire command center had been destroyed, and countless Mechanical Empire warriors had been killed. Cries of pain still rose from the ruins.
Around him, four bodies lay sprawled among the rubble.
The four Level 5 Liquid Metal Warriors from Military Intelligence were well and truly dead. Fang Mo's powerful Blade Aura had shattered their Liquid Metal Battle Armor completely, sending it back into their bodies. Blood stained the ground red.
The middle-aged man from Military Intelligence appeared a hundred meters away. The Liquid Metal Battle Armor covering him had grown faint. Clutching his chest, he gasped for breath, his face pale. Blood seeped from several wounds.
Fear filled his eyes. He had thought this would be a simple operation, never imagining his life would be at risk.
Suo En knelt on one knee. A deep gash, almost exposing bone, slashed across his chest from his left shoulder to his