It now possessed a colossal, well-structured body.
The ancient metallic limbs were seamlessly integrated into a central, biomechanical chassis, operating with the terrifying adeptness of an apex predator rather than a mindless tumor.
It had taken the shape of a towering, mechanical dragon.
And as the stealth cloak dissolved, it exuded a suffocating, pure Diamond-rank aura that instantly made the thousands of Platinum mutants swarming the field look like insignificant small side dishes.
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Never, in the entire recorded history of the sister cities, had the corrupted artifact actively assaulted the Great Wall with the intention of breaching and holding its ground. Its historical engagements had always been brief, chaotic skirmishes, calculated hit-and-run tactics designed to inflict maximum terror before vanishing.
There was a very specific, tactical reason for that cowardice.
