“Born for battle, longevity methods lacking.” The golden bird shook its head, golden streams of light shimmering in its eyes.
“But they directly shattered the Primordial Chaos back then. Perhaps there are still hidden powerhouses among them.”
That was the truly terrifying aspect.
In the ancient times of the Galaxy Universe, there were countless powerhouses. Even the tyrant-level Primordial divine beasts, clad in Primordial battle armor and manipulated as Primordial puppets, could only retreat in the face of those massive armies.
“This is the pinnacle of weapon manipulation and the beginning of human triumph over nature,” Han Muye remarked quietly, watching the level two
Armor Master utilizing the power of the Battle Armor to launch an assault.
Back then, he had transmigrated from a world where human dominance prevailed. Thus he had a profound understanding of such a world.
Only by fearing neither the gods nor the Heavenly Dao nor powerful beings could one truly create miracles.
The hierarchy among the powerhouses within the Primordial Chaos Universe was strict and oppressive.
On the other hand, in the Galaxy Universe, one could defy the odds with the power of battle armor and puppets.
If it weren’t for the dissipation of spiritual energy and the inability to sustain the heritage’s power, this universe would possess a truly formidable legacy.
“Boom—n
In front, the blades had already descended. He Yangsun wielded his dual sabers, swiftly charging through and riding past the blade qi.
Leveraging the power of his dual-horned warhorse, he instantly arrived in front of the level two Armor Master.
Leverage.
At this moment, He Yangsun completely treated his warhorse as armor and puppet.
The use of such power was not something a low-level Armor Master could do.
His speed was so fast that the level two Armor Master didn’t even have time to turn around before being struck in the chest by He Yangsun’s saber light.
“Slash—
The long blade left a deep gash on the battle armor.
This strike terrified the level two Armor Master, who hastily sheathed his saber and turned to flee.
In the forest, the others were also astonished and silently retreated.
The forest was not suitable for group battles.
Even in one-on-one combat, it seemed impossible to gain any advantage.
Here, they couldn’t kill He Yangsun.
As he watched the figures in the forest disappear, He Yangsun raised his hand, and the large caravan behind him followed.
Several thousand miles to Maple Forest City, there were mountains and forests along the way, as well as wasteland.
“They will definitely make their move in the Snowfall Wasteland.” In Han Muye’s cart, a sheepskin map was laid out on a long table, with He Yangsun’s fingers tracing along it.