"What is this?"
Saul King was surprised by the black object in front of him.
They were Martial Artists, at the peak of martial arts millions of years ago.
The power of humans was so great that there was no need for so-called machines to assist.
They could split a small mountain with one hand and fly with a sword in the air.
No need, no invention.
Oil was something humans used to improve their living efficiency after the decline of martial arts.
Saul King naturally hadn't seen it before and didn't know about it.
Looking at the rows of machines and the busy workers, he was quite curious: "Is this what you call high technology?"
"Exactly!" Greek Dream, who had followed Silvio Reed for many years, was a master of deception; he knew how to disguise himself and how not to be discovered.
Everything seemed so natural.
"Tell me, how does this high technology kill Martial Artists like us who are at the Emperor level?"
Saul King was a bit skeptical.
He wasn't a fool either.
