The tyrant tiger armor was devoid of emotions; they were like perfect machines set by high-dimensional insects—a creation born solely for combat. Regardless of how many of their own kind fell or how powerful the enemy was, it made no difference to them.
However, humans needed battlefield morale. The fierceness of the Black Python Martial Saint He Ze even became a form of battlefield art. Watching him weave through the encirclement of thousands of tyrant tiger armors, those groups of tyrant tiger armors that radiated with powerful red flames resembled numerous magnificent and terrifying volcanoes, erupting in unison with enough energy to potentially annihilate the entire human habitat.
