Meng Chao was still thinking.
From the four corners of Number One Test Field came the countdown announcement: "Testing will begin shortly."
Above the Testing Ground, hundreds of crisscrossing pipes coiled around the rocky ceiling like giant pythons, emitting a low, rumbling tremor all at once.
As a God Realm Expert, Meng Chao could clearly sense destructive energy surging endlessly through those pipes, poised to strike.
One could imagine that if anything went wrong during the test, those pipes could spray Ice Flame at hundreds of degrees below zero, freezing the out-of-control monsters into ice lumps that would shatter at a touch; they could also pour out Steel Water heated to several thousand degrees, and even if it could not burn every cell of the monsters away, it could still cast them into immobile heaps of scrap metal; they could even unleash High-Voltage Arcs of tens of thousands of volts, blasting the monsters into ashes.
Of course, they could also drain all the air from the Testing Ground, or inject sleeping gas, Muscle Paralysis Toxin, and neurotoxins, keeping the chaos to an absolute minimum.
The need for such airtight safety measures also showed, from another angle, just how dangerous the tests usually conducted here were.
One red light after another turned green.
The countdown neared its end.
The Sword Halberd Demon Pigs in the ten cultivation tanks awakened once more, restlessly slamming against the tanks' inner walls.
But this time, to their surprise, the cultivation tanks' hatches opened on their own.
The ten Sword Halberd Demon Pigs leaped out one after another.
They shook their heads and tails, flinging the residue from their bodies dry as they surveyed the utterly unfamiliar surroundings, half wary and half curious.
Four of them had been injured in the earlier accident.
The internal organs