How could this be?
How could this be?
How could a human possibly do something like this?
Looking at the corpses strewn across the screen, Yang Tao was on the verge of going mad.
His proudest achievement, the army he had placed the most faith in—
had been slaughtered into complete disarray by a single person.
How many had died?
Several thousand? Tens of thousands?
The entire way through was packed with corpses. Not a single one remained whole.
In the vast corridor, only one set of footsteps rang softly, tap, tap, tap, treading on everyone's hearts.
And the one making those sounds was, at this very moment, an existence like a demon, like a god, in everyone's minds.
Too strong!
Seriously, were those mutants weak?
They were not weak at all.
If compared, they were even stronger than first-level soldiers—than the technology Chen Long had encountered back then.
A tide of thirty thousand people—if it had been someone else, even ten general-level fighters would probably have been drowned beneath that sea of humanity, torn to shreds under that terrifying mob.
That was where Yang Tao's confidence and backing lay.
That was also why they had been able to completely conquer the base despite their small numbers.
Unfortunately, they had run into Li Su.
An existence that simply did not play by the rules.
Supreme Flesh gave him superhuman control, recovery, and stamina.
The Nine-Nine Profound Art enhanced his strength, defense, and speed.
Back in the Taiyi realm, he had already been a bug. Now that the supernatural had gone dark, he was still a bug.
He was like a super boss in a game. In a game, perhaps you could rely on preset rules, mechanics, and numbers to slowly wear down and defeat the boss.
But he would not!