The flames of war swept across heaven and earth.
From the sky to the ground, from the mountains to the magma, every inch of space burned, fought, and died.
Fang Mo remained concealed, quietly watching the war he had ignited through reconnaissance devices scattered across the battlefield.
Holographic projections spread before his eyes, dozens of feeds playing simultaneously, bringing every corner of the battlefield into view.
"So fucking strong..."
He could not help muttering a curse.
On the screens, the Mechanical Empire's war machine was running at full power.
Three Destroyer-class starships hovered high overhead in a triangular formation, thousands of Energy Cannon ports on their hulls continuously spewing beams of death.
Every volley cleared an empty swath through the Mutant Beasts.
Any Mutant Beast struck, whether transcendent grade or spirit transformation grade, vaporized directly in the beams, leaving not even remains behind.
Tens of thousands of mecha warriors formed battle arrays. Led by the Level 6 War Kings, they repeatedly sliced through the Mutant Beasts' formations like sharp knives; the thunder of Energy Cannons, the sweeping fire of lasers, and the dull sounds of alloy blades cutting into flesh intertwined into a brutal war song.
But the liquid metal warriors were the most dazzling figures on the battlefield.
Every Level 5 Liquid Metal Warrior could hold a front alone, charging in and out of the Mutant Beast ranks. Hundreds of Level 5 Liquid Metal Warriors became the battlefield's most brutal killing machines, leaving bloody winds and rains of gore in their wake.
The Level 6 Liquid Metal Warriors were moving storms of death.
Wherever they passed, shapeshifted grade beasts fell, spraying blood. Even a heaven-tier Mutant Beast surrounded by several Level 6 Liquid Metal Warriors lasted only a quarter of an hour before finally being slain.
Fang Mo's heart