City of Light Chasing, beneath the Obsidian Martial Arts Hall.
Inside the vast space completely encased in unknown metal, Lu Fanchen, Lin Xinyao, and Li Tianxing all let out deep breaths of relief as they watched the three-meter-tall Mechari Race man stop moving and stand utterly still.
"We finally drained this Mechanical Person's energy." Lu Fanchen glanced at the several thousand people sprawled across the area and could not help wiping away his sweat.
He had originally thought that, with their current strength, even if they were no match for the Mechari Race man, they should at least be able to put up a proper fight. Yet only after actually clashing with him did he realize he had been wishfully thinking.
When they had still been martial artists, the Mechari Race man's attacks had not seemed all that formidable. But after they entered with strength at the Mid-stage Bone Forging Realm, the Mechari Race man had seemed like a war god descending upon him. The greatsword in his hands had no cooldown whatsoever, repeatedly unleashing at least Sequence-level Transcendent Tier Martial Skills.
Even after the three of them activated their Extraordinary State, they were taken out before they could hold on for long. They had been utterly outmatched.
Fortunately, they had experience dealing with guard Mechanical Persons in Mist Mountain Prison. They joined forces with everyone to drain the Mechari Race man's energy. After all, in a game as realistic as High Martial Descent, the Mechari Race man's energy had to be finite. So long as they could make him keep consuming vast amounts of energy without replenishing it, they could eventually drain him dry.
Yet the brutality of this war of attrition had far exceeded his expectations.
The Mechari Race man's Sequence Transcendent Martial Skills had seemed endless. Only