At this moment, Goro, seeing the situation, had no hesitation in his heart; his entire body's muscles instantly tensed up, like a fully drawn crossbow, ready to strike.
As an Octagonal Lizardmen, he was a top-tier existence within the Lizardmen race, his strength far surpassing that of ordinary Lizardmen.
The scales on his body seemed to sense the powerful force about to erupt, each one slightly bristling, shimmering with a deep and mysterious luster, as if every scale was recounting the countless battles he had endured.
His eyes instantly widened, revealing determination and ferocity; his gaze was like two sharp blades, locking directly onto the lunging Licker, showing a resolve that he would not rest until his objective was achieved.
With a low, intimidating roar, Goro's figure, like a black lightning bolt, "swished" and instantly charged into the Licker pack.
His movements were so fast that they were almost imperceptible; each movement brought a strong gust of wind, which whistled around him, as if it were the roar of his power.
His claws gleamed with a cold light under the dim illumination, a cold light like that reflected from a sharp dagger, icy and fatal.
He saw him violently swing his arm, his claws, carrying immense force, accurately slicing across the neck of a Licker.
This Licker didn't even have time to let out a scream before a deep wound was carved into its throat, and green blood spurted out like a high-pressure water jet.
With a "thud," it gushed out, splattering onto the surrounding walls and other Lickers, leaving strange bloodstains on the walls.
Goro didn't stop for a moment, relying on his excellent combat skills and agile reflexes, he immediately followed with a turn.
This turn created a strong airflow, as if the surrounding air was stirred up.
His other claw was raised high, like a heavy hammer, smashing down hard on the head of another Licker.
Accompanied by a chilling "crunch," the Licker's head instantly caved in, and its body, like a lifeless rag, flew out limply.
With a loud "bang," it crashed heavily against the wall of the steel passage, the enormous impact leaving a shocking bloodstain and a clear dent on the wall, with the surrounding metal twisted and deformed.
As Goro continued his attacks, the passage echoed with the painful roars of the Lickers and the "crunching" sounds of bones breaking.
Those Lickers were completely defenseless before him, like fragile puppets.
Every attack Goro made was with his full strength; his power was astonishing.
With one punch, the surrounding air seemed to be squeezed by an invisible hand, emitting a "humming" vibration;
With one kick, it seemed capable of making the entire passage tremble.
In a short while, under his storm-like assault, Lickers were battered into bloody messes, lying haphazardly in the passage, a gruesome sight.
And this originally sturdy steel passage also developed cracks under the impact of the powerful force.
These cracks spread rapidly like a spiderweb, with faint light visible through the gaps, as if the entire passage could collapse at any moment from the inability to withstand this power.
In the control room, several White-robed People were almost insane at this moment; their faces were almost pressed against the screen, their eyes unblinkingly fixed on the battle scene on the screen, their eyes filled with fanaticism, and twisted smiles on their faces, looking particularly eerie.
White-robed Person #1 trembled slightly with excitement, gripping the edge of the control panel tightly, his knuckles white from the effort.
He slowly turned his face, which appeared especially ferocious in the dim light, his mouth stretched directly to his ears, filled with sharp teeth, each tooth shimmering with a strange light in the darkness, like a demon from Hell.
He looked at the others, his voice filled with uncontrollable excitement, almost frantically shouting, "I never thought we'd actually encounter these Lizardmen from underground! Now, release the Soldier-level test subjects! I want to see if these ancient species are stronger, or if our test subjects are superior!"
His voice echoed in the control room, filled with madness and urgency, the excitement in his voice as if he had seen the most interesting prey and couldn't wait to see them destroyed.
Soon, one of the White-robed People quickly operated something in front of the screen.
His fingers rapidly tapped on the control panel; every movement appeared very skilled, yet carried a hint of tension.
His gaze was focused and tense, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and dripping onto the control panel.
As he operated, another hidden door slowly opened in that steel passage.
Accompanied by a dull sound, low roars came from behind the hidden door, sounds that seemed to emanate from the abyss of Hell, sending chills down one's spine.
One by one, bipedal canine creatures emerged from the hidden door, each standing at least 2 meters tall, their massive bodies like moving hills, bringing a strong sense of oppression.
They were covered in thick, tangled fur, each strand standing erect like steel needles, shimmering with a faint metallic sheen under the dim light.
Upon closer inspection, the tip of each strand of fur gleamed with a cold light, as if recounting the brutal "tempering" they had endured, showcasing their own formidable strength.
Their mouths were wide open, revealing ferocious fangs, as long as daggers, with disgusting viscous fluid hanging from their sharp tips, shimmering with a cold light under the illumination, like a layer of venom, making one shiver just by looking at it.
As soon as these creatures appeared, their eyes instantly turned blood red, the raging and fierce gaze burning within them like flames from Hell, chilling to the bone.
Accompanied by deafening roars that seemed capable of tearing apart the steel passage, they charged furiously towards the Lizardmen at an incredibly fast speed.
This speed generated a roaring gale, which raged through the narrow steel passage, causing dust and debris within the passage to swirl and fly like a vortex.
The dust swirled in the wind, constantly hitting the walls of the passage, making the already dim passage even more blurred and visibility rapidly decreasing, as if one were in a state of Chaos.
As they ran, their limb muscles bulged high, each muscle like a power-filled air sac, taut and incredibly explosive.
Each step landed with immense force, leaving deep footprints on the metal ground, the edges of these footprints neat and profound.
The surrounding metal vibrated with constant "creaking" sounds, as if deforming slightly under the immense weight, and in some places, even fine cracks appeared in the metal, spreading out like a spiderweb, showing the immense power of their strength.