The Peerless Generals and the others completely stopped fighting, because there was no longer any need for them.
They stared in shock at Tyrant Yang Jie, who alone had suppressed the entire Mechanical God Cult, their hearts filled with awe.
They knew Tyrant's ability naturally countered the Mechanical God Cult, but throughout history, Tyrant was the only metal controller capable of exerting such terrifying battlefield dominance.
That was why North Mang had fallen into chaos only after Tyrant's death. With a battlefield nuclear weapon like him around, any force that wanted to start a war had to think twice.
"Tyrant is so strong!" the Peerless General praised. She had never fought Tyrant before and had only heard rumors about him. Seeing him today, she realized those rumors had still underestimated him.
Ability suppression depended on scale. It was hardly surprising that Tyrant could suppress one thousand, ten thousand, or even one hundred thousand robots.
But against an army of nearly a million robots, no matter how much one countered them, one still needed enough mental strength to sustain it.
The Chief Judge helped Lu Yao, who had returned to her original form, to her feet. After briefly treating her injuries, he replied, "I once fought Tyrant. He wasn't this strong before.
"He must have broken through again."
"Again?" The Peerless General froze. At their level, breaking through one's own limits was extraordinarily difficult. That word "again" carried a great deal of meaning.
The Chief Judge nodded. His deep gaze fixed on the Crimson Armor figure in midair as he said gravely, "Tyrant's talent is unparalleled in this world. The other Ten Kings reaching their current level is inseparable from the mechanics of their own abilities.
"Tyrant alone is different. His Transcendent ability was not outstanding among the Ten Kings—if anything,