Martin Army

The hardened armor seemed to have become completely useless within that dream.

Martin, with his flesh-and-blood body, had actually torn the robot apart with his bare hands as if he were playing with a toy.

The terrifying-looking Chu Ti Troop was utterly unable to resist Martin. Every struggle was suppressed by overwhelming force. It tried to escape by turning its body into Black Fragments, only for Martin to punch it back into its original form. That fist seemed to possess some power that prevented it from transforming, firmly locking it into its current shape.

Just like that, a terrifying robot was beaten into pieces, its parts scattering everywhere as they fell into the dream.

The Martins rubbed their fists and looked into the distance again, as though an even greater threat awaited them there.

Sure enough, figures began to emerge from the twisted colors.

Those figures were all cracked robots. Colorful thread-like trails extended from their bodies, linking them to the chaotic void. As those threads swayed, the robots moved toward the Martins as if being controlled.

In terms of numbers, these newly appeared robots held the advantage again. They surrounded the Martins and steadily tightened the encirclement.

But the Martins were in no hurry at all, seemingly not taking those robots seriously.

"Once you're in the dream, don't even think about beating me!"

One Martin shouted and charged forward. Halfway there, he suddenly raised his hand and extended his index finger.

With a swipe of his finger, a twisted, colorful thread appeared in midair.

The thread fell to the ground and rapidly grew, becoming another Dividing Line. On the other side of it lay an entirely different world.

It also seemed to be a Dream City, but colorful flowers grew everywhere. The neon lights on every building had been