"Mechanical warriors, in the nearby starry sky, there is a powerful world, containing countless resources!"
"Now, please tell this Young Master, what should we do next?"
The Third Young Master flew out from the tall building and shouted sharply.
His voice was loud and indifferent, echoing above the Mechanic Realm, reaching the ears of countless mechanical tribe experts.
"Plunder!"
"Plunder!"
"Plunder..."
Countless mechanical tribe experts broke through the sky, neatly forming an array in the sky, fiercely waving the weapons in their hands, eyes flashing blood-red light, shouting with murderous intent.
A terrifying aura of slaughter spread from within them, forming a storm of killing intent, tearing the Void, burying the Eternal.
Slaughter takes shape!
Faintly, within the vast killing intent, one can see countless blood-stained figures, warring in the starry sky, exterminating one world after another, destroying one civilization after another.
