Three figures watched the scene coldly, as countless killing intents converged in front of them.
Their opponent charged forward, their energy already too low to maintain the burst, significantly weaker than before, clearly in its death throes.
All it would take was one command, and this struggling, ridiculous bunch would be blasted into fragments in the blink of an eye.
One of the three figures said calmly, "I'll do it."
With a serene expression, it sent a signal to the surrounding troops and then gently said.
"Now, let me show you what is called forbidden strength. The power you once prided yourselves on has long been analyzed and controlled by Lord Sirius."
Upon its command.
As part of the sprawling Mechanical Army, each standing still with their reactors exposed, vast amounts of energy drew together, air booming, and the ground's gravel shaking incessantly.
It raised its arms, and the palms began to morph into some sort of energy-gathering field.
