The old man, naked, walked toward Lin Fan, separated by several meters.
The old man's clenched fist, his muscular arms veined with power, signified a fearsome strength as he lifted his hand, gazing intently at Lin Fan.
"Do you know how strong the power created by technology is?"
Lin Fan shook his head and said, "No idea."
The old man let out a low, mocking laugh, suddenly punching forward, the air exploded, a fierce gust swept over Lin Fan, rustling his clothes, even the surrounding metal walls struggled to bear the force, cracking under pressure.
"This is the power of technology."
The old man was pleased with his punch, feeling as if he were a god, a real deity, transcending human limits to reach an unimaginable level.
Even with Lin Fan, the so-called god of the apocalypse, standing before him, he felt no fear nor did he take it to heart.
