On the Power of Ancient Supreme Treasures

This ancient supreme treasure was silver-white all over. No one knew what material it had been forged from. It looked like a long, solid steel tube with a flat base and a hemispherical head.

It had no tail fins, ruling out the possibility of it being a smoothbore cannon shell or a bomb meant to be thrown. Therefore, it was a rifled artillery shell.

In fact, it was not a nuclear bomb either, but a proton annihilation bomb carried by the Cataclysm Mecha, named Doomsday Cataclysm.

It was a destructive weapon more terrifying than a high-yield hydrogen bomb, especially in terms of the absolute destruction within its blast radius. It was not merely a matter of shock waves and nuclear radiation. It was an attack capable of annihilating nearly all mecha and mechanical life-forms within the explosion's range!

Regardless of what materials the mecha or mechanical life-forms were made of, and regardless of whether they were equipped with energy shields, none of them could escape once hit!

It was just that An Yang had gotten used to calling them nuclear bombs. He liked to call any seed capable of growing a mushroom on the horizon a nuclear bomb.

Bai Mei asked hesitantly, "I can't sense any spirituality from this supreme treasure. Could that be related to its single-use nature? But how exactly are we supposed to use this thing?"

"Just take me there!"

"Then I'll leave it to Fellow Daoist An Yang!"

"No problem."

"Dan Chenzi, lead the way!"

"Yes, Master!" Dan Chenzi clasped his hands, bowed, and saluted. Then he said to An Yang, "Come with me."

"All right!" An Yang hurried after him.

Xuan Tianzong did not accompany them this time. The two flew toward the mountain wall, one before the other, and plunged into the blood cave.