As Max crossed the boundary, the golems awakened once again.
Their eyes glowed a deep crimson color before they moved from their position.
Max snorted. "Not so fast."
Under normal circumstances, the golems were faster than Max by much.
If Max's top speed was Mach 1, then the golems would be Mach 6 or 7.
The disparity in speed was enormous and when it came to strength… Max wasn't keen on engaging in close combat with the golems.
Drawing a comparison between Conan and the golems, it was easy to make out that the golems were either as strong as if not physically stronger than Conan.
And needless to say, strength wasn't Max's strong suit to begin with.
Thus he chose a more suitable approach to handle the golems that were charging at him, intent on taking his life.
And the approach was… to avoid them altogether.
"Split!" Max exclaimed as he leaped off of Mal with Gibby moving from his head as well.
