Amid the wild waves of fire, that punch crashed into the base of the metal spire, more than three hundred meters in diameter!
At that moment, Goodrich and his subordinates were about to truly sink underground.
The outer walls of the spire within thirty meters of the ground were the toughest part of the tower.
The special alloy forged from twenty-one ultra-high-strength metals could remain unscathed even in a nuclear explosion.
Unlike the dead Lamar, Goodrich, as the second commander of the Frontline Legion, cherished his authority dearly—and valued his own life just as much.
Though the spires had the same design, under his supervision, its defensive strength had reached a full twice that of the First Central Spire!
Goodrich was someone who used his brain.
Only by staying alive could he possibly reach even greater heights of power.
So he could not die, and he would not die.
The message had already been sent. As long as that Beautiful Green and White Intertwined Planet received his transmission, this damned mech would surely taste the wrath of the Saint Luo Race.
They were plunderers of the universe. They had already invaded thirteen universes!
No one could remain proud and composed before the Saint Luo Army.
Wasn't it just a single-soldier mech? Once the Saint Luo Envoy arrived—
He would personally watch that black mech get torn apart bit by bit. Only then could he ease the hatred in his heart.
The streaks of light before Goodrich had merged into a dazzling light screen amid the rapid descent. At last, a cold smile rose at the corner of his mouth.
But at that moment, that indifferent voice exploded beside his ears like thunder.
Not only him—every one of the remaining 1,126 Saint Luo People heard that thunderous voice carrying the aura