It roared to the sky, "I am an Eight-Horned Peak, having traversed for hundreds of years without ever encountering a worthy opponent!"
This roar was filled with unwillingness and grandeur, containing its hundreds of years of combat experience and unyielding fighting spirit, echoing for a long time within the metal corridor.
The surrounding air vibrated with a hum, and even the walls of the corridor trembled slightly, as fine dust sifted down from the cracks in the walls.
Having said that, it shot out like a cannonball, with an indomitable and death-defying Aura, directly striking the monster.
In an instant, a powerful impact, like a world-destroying force, spread outwards with Goro at its center.
The metal corridors on both sides were torn open by this force as if by a giant's hands, and metal fragments flew everywhere like bullets.
These fragments were stretched into countless tiny strips as they flew at high speed, gleaming with a cold light in the dim space; some even embedded directly into the surrounding walls and ground, making "thudding" sounds and leaving small indentations.
The metal plates underfoot also cracked layer by layer, making "cracking" sounds as if they couldn't bear the weight, and the cracks spread rapidly, like a giant spiderweb, enveloping everything around them, eventually revealing a plaza beyond the corridor as the cracks continuously expanded.
Goro's three-meter-tall figure, after returning to his true form, appeared somewhat small in front of this five-meter-tall Lord-Level Experimental Subject.
His right fist was pressed firmly against the experimental subject's abdomen, the scales on his fist slightly whitened from overexertion, and the veins on his arm bulged, like tiny snakes desperately struggling beneath his skin; each vein seemed to speak of the immense pressure he was currently enduring.
He looked up and saw the monster lowering its head, all four of its grotesque faces revealing a strange, sinister grin.
The smile seemed to mock Goro, and also to declare its invincibility to the whole world, with its lips slightly upturned, revealing a row of sharp fangs coated with black mucus, sending shivers down one's spine.
Goro's heart sank; he felt a deep despair—his full-power strike had not even broken through its defense!
If this monster were to be classified according to the Dominator's life-level divisions, it would be at least around 40 points, which, according to the Lizardmen's conversion, would be a 12-Horned freak.
At this moment, Goro was like a deflated ball, all his strength seemingly drained in an instant, and an indescribable sense of powerlessness surged from his heart, quickly spreading throughout his body.
He couldn't help but recall the hundreds of years he had spent Cultivating, countless times hovering on the brink of death, enduring countless brutal battles to hone his skills, yet now, facing this Lord-Level Experimental Subject, he was so powerless; for a moment, his heart felt like dead ashes.
Filled with despair, Goro had already given up resisting, his body trembling slightly, quietly awaiting death's arrival.
However, the Lord-Level Experimental Subject did not attack him, but instead slowly rotated its massive head with four faces, looking solemnly behind him.
Goro subconsciously followed the experimental subject's gaze and looked back, only to see a two-meter-tall Mingling Devil standing quietly under the dim and flickering lights.
This Mingling Devil had an extremely unique appearance, much like a beetle version of a Mozi Dragon Knight skin, emitting a powerful and mysterious Aura.
Its hard carapace shimmered with a metallic luster, reflecting cold light in the illumination, as if it were an indestructible armor;
Its large compound eyes bulged high, like two dazzling rubies, emitting a sharp light, as if they could see through everything;
The blades on its arms trembled slightly, glinting with a cold light, as if ready to tear apart any enemy that dared to approach.
Seeing the powerful reinforcements from the Dominator arrive, and realizing that the monster had no immediate intention of attacking him, Goro's taut nerves finally relaxed a little, but he knew the situation was still critical.
He took a deep breath, enduring the pain in his body, and tightly gripped the weapon in his hand, his figure flashing to the side like a ghost.
At the same time, he shouted loudly to his subordinates behind him: "Brothers, our reinforcements have arrived! This is our chance, follow me into the research lab, we must not let these guys escape! Be loyal to the Dominator!"
His voice trembled slightly with excitement, yet it was full of determination and resolve, sounding exceptionally clear within the corridor filled with the clang of metal and the roar of battle.
Upon hearing this, the Lizardmen subordinates, whose eyes had been somewhat unfocused due to fear, instantly rekindled their fighting spirit.
They roared in unison, their voices echoing through the corridor, as if to break through the oppressive atmosphere.
Then, they followed closely behind Goro, like a pack of hungry wolves, rushing towards the research lab deep within the plaza.
At this moment, several White-robed People in the research lab were witnessing everything outside through the surveillance screens.
Their faces instantly turned ashen, their eyes filled with panic and fear.
The leading White-robed Person, No. 1, his hands trembling uncontrollably, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping onto the control panel in front of him.
He hoarsely shouted into the communicator: "Quick, tell the Lord-Level Experimental Subject to come back and help us! We can't let these guys destroy our research results! This is the culmination of our organization's century of effort!"
His voice carried an unprecedented urgency and terror, almost a full-throated scream.
However, no matter how they called out, the Lord-Level Experimental Subject, which had taken the organization a century of effort to create, remained motionless, as if it hadn't heard their commands at all, or as if something had fixed it in place.
This Lord-Level Experimental Subject had now focused all its attention on the Ninth-Order Mingling Demon in front of it.
Suddenly, the expressions on all four of its faces simultaneously became ferocious. The front face's features twisted even more severely, and the blood-red flames burning in its eyes seemed about to burst forth, revealing endless cruelty and madness.
