The energy indicator on Qin Feng's power armor was blinking, down to its final bar.
His body had long since reached its limit.
Black spots had even begun to cloud his vision.
The shadow of death, like icy seawater, washed over him from all sides, threatening to drown him completely.
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The eight-meter-tall, seemingly invincible War Lord advanced with the heavy, triumphant gait of a victor, closing in step by step on the last figure still standing in the center of the square.
Its small eyes, filled with cruelty and derision, were locked firmly on Qin Feng.
It wanted to personally crush this most tenacious of prey, along with the incredibly sturdy-looking power armor he wore, into a ball of scrap metal.
Behind it was a frenzied Green-skinned Army, numbering in the millions.
They raised their weapons high, offering a fanatical tribute to their god with war cries full of primal savagery.
"WAAAGH—!!!"
