The gaunt man gazed at everything before him. All he saw was that bloody radiance shining under the firmament, splintering, exploding, and igniting the spider robots within it.
He couldn't capture the man's figure; his speed was too fast—so fast it exceeded the limits of his sight, his consciousness, and everything he could perceive.
It was like watching light streak past; in their field of view, the light appeared instantaneously.
Though he knew the opponent's speed wasn't truly at the level of light, at this moment, it gave him that exact feeling.
That fully assembled force of at least a hundred soldiers didn't even have time to react before being filled with splattered blood, which painted the snow-white ground into a cloud of crimson.
The gaunt man could clearly sense that the reconnaissance soldiers before him were an elite unit of the highest grade.
They wielded advanced weapons, possessed robust bodies, and were even each equipped with an optical camouflage suit.
