When strength was like the magma in a volcano's crater, any creature that fell into it would melt straight away in its scarlet flames.
Humans had never stopped yearning for power. Otherwise, the Li Consortium would not have created something like the nanomachines and put them to military use.
Ren Xiaosu could feel a raging fire in his body. As he raised his saber and stepped forward, the nanosoldiers could only watch him move past them with shocked expressions on their faces. They had wanted to raise their nanoswords and slash Ren Xiaosu, but his overwhelming speed at this moment made them feel like they were moving in slow motion.
When that black saber slashed across one of the nanosoldier's chest, it smoothly cut through the nanosword he was holding in front of him, and his body was also cleanly severed in two.
