In the wild waves of fire, that fist thunderously plunged into the base of the metal spire with a diameter of over three hundred meters!
At this moment, Goodrich, along with his subordinates, was about to truly sink into the ground.
Within thirty meters of the ground, the outer wall of the spire was the hardest part of this tower.
A special alloy made from a whole twenty-one types of ultra-high-strength metals, strong enough to remain intact in a nuclear explosion.
Goodrich was different from the deceased Lamar, as the second commander of the frontline legion, he cherished his power and valued his life.
The same shaped spires, but under his supervision, the defense strength had reached twice that of the first central spire!
Goodrich, was a thinker.
Only by staying alive, could he possibly reach for even higher power.
So he cannot die, and will not die.
