Tang Zhen jumped down from the armed robot's back and his feet heavily stepped on the ground.
He was surrounded by scattered objects. There were the bodies of cyborgs and the remains of the resistance. They were covered by building fragments and became embellishments on the battlefield.
Death and blood were the eternal themes of the battlefield. The losers would be trampled under the feet, while the victors would look down proudly in the smoke!
Behind Tang Zhen, the blood-covered cultivators of loucheng city carried their weapons and followed closely behind him. They were constantly scanning the surroundings with cold eyes.
Although there were only a few dozen of them, they exuded a frightening aura, as if they were Lions who had defeated their enemies and were swaggering in their territory!