The bronze battle chariot landed heavily on a low hill. Accompanied by a thunderous explosion, the already not very tall hill was further cut by half. Rocks flew in all directions, countless ancient trees collapsed, and fires raged.
At first glance, this bronze battle chariot was about thirty feet long. It was covered in patches of rust and seemed to have lost its towering mast to the passage of time. The front of the chariot revealed a blood-red rust, emanating a strong aura of age. It appeared to be a war artifact left behind from an ancient era.
At this moment, a grey-armored man stood at the front of the chariot, looking at the ruins and corpse-filled battlefield before him with an ashen face. Far from stopping the rampage of the beast, it seemed he was even ready to assist it in its onslaught.
"You lowly creatures truly deserve to die!"
