There was one more surviving robot than Hydra soldier, and En Sabah Nur was so furious he nearly killed all the remaining Hydra members.
If he hadn't killed Whitehall earlier, they might have been roughly even in numbers—though that wouldn't have counted their original forces. But Hydra had already had far more men than robots to begin with, and now, somehow, one more robot had survived than Hydra soldiers. It was obvious the other side had done it on purpose.
En Sabah Nur glared up at the sky, as if he could feel the deep malice of the person within the storm.
Luo Xia couldn't help laughing at the sight. Honestly, he hadn't deliberately made sure there was one extra robot. This time, it really was a coincidence. In fact, far more robots had survived than Hydra soldiers.
Robots didn't suffocate. As long as their bodies weren't badly damaged, they could crawl out on their own. It was just sand and dirt, not reinforced concrete. Breaking through wasn't difficult.
It was just that many of the robots were buried too deeply to get out anytime soon.
Who could have guessed that the ones buried shallowly would happen to outnumber Hydra by exactly one?
When En Sabah Nur's gray-blue skin turned black in an instant, Luo Xia truly couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.
And as he moved, the enormous Ice Mask in the sky did the same. A hideous ghostly face spread across the heavens, jeering at En Sabah Nur without restraint. The mockery was so potent it seemed certain to make the hatred permanent.
En Sabah Nur could no longer hold back. He would take matters into his own hands and teach this blasphemer a lesson.
Endless yellow sand gathered around En Sabah Nur in the form of