He pressed his palms together, and chakra erupted.
Magnet Release, second eruption—this time, it was no longer localized control, but a metal riot spanning the entire base.
The steel reinforcement inside the walls tore through the concrete, bursting out like countless metal tentacles.
Steel plates in the floor buckled, folded, and ripped apart. Pipes fell from the ceiling, swinging madly through the shafts.
The spare weapons in the soldiers' hands, the grenades at their waists, the rocket launchers on their backs, the night-vision goggles on their helmets—all metal-containing objects boiled, twisted, and self-destructed.
Steel beams snapped, concrete split, pipes crashed down. A muffled boom came from deep underground, and the entire base shuddered violently, as if some ancient beast had slammed it from the earth's core.
In Tianyi's perception, every room, corridor, and passage outside Professor Gao's room collapsed in an instant.
Rubble, dirt, twisted rebar, shattered pipes—everything was compressed, fused together, and buried, sealing the soldiers who had failed to retreat inside the ruins.
Dust billowed through the lower half of the shaft, choking people so badly they could barely open their eyes.
A squad of surviving soldiers slumped on a platform at the edge of the collapse. The weapons in their hands had long since become scrap metal, and unfired rocket shells still hung from their bodies.
Their eyes were hollow as they stared at the black figure slowly descending through the dust, their lips trembling.
"Devil... he's the devil..." someone muttered.
"Oh God... he's not human..."
Tianyi did not look at them. He was not a bloodthirsty man, and these people no longer posed any threat.
He turned and continued flying deeper inside.
A few minutes earlier, Professor Gao had been sitting in the room at the very bottom level.
This small room was less than twenty