Deep in the cave, anguished groans sounded from time to time.
Listening to the agonized cries coming from the depths of the cavern, Ying Wu felt a chill creep over him. The man must have been enduring unbearable pain to scream like that.
He hadn't expected the young master to be so ruthless—even more so than them Shadow Guards.
A moment later.
The screams stopped. Ying Wu entered the cave and saw Fang Mo release his grip on the man's head. The man crumpled to the ground like a heap of mud, barely able to breathe.
Ying Wu could tell that the man was finished. His eyes had rolled back, and his mind was completely shattered.
"Mechanical Empire!"
A gleam flashed in Fang Mo's eyes. The man had been tight-lipped, but Fang Mo had torn at his mind with his Primordial Spirit again and again. In the end, he couldn't take it anymore and let a few things slip. Fang Mo had finally learned where these people came from.
The Mechanical Empire was a civilization far more advanced than the Galactic Alliance, with technology that had reached a truly terrifying level.
It had powerful warships capable of making spatial jumps, countless times stronger than the Galactic Alliance's starships.
The Mechanical Empire practiced martial arts too, but its path differed from the Galactic Alliance's. It combined technology with martial arts, believing that only technology-enhanced warriors could achieve godhood. It looked down on traditional cultivators, who spent countless years in cultivation.
The Galactic Alliance had tried this before, using Gene Potions or combining people with machinery, but every attempt failed and the Alliance eventually abandoned the idea.
But the Mechanical Empire had succeeded!
It had forged a path of mech integration. Warriors used their bodies as a foundation and fused with Liquid