He did not feel sad for even an instant over his own creation dying on the spot.
Almost the very next moment after its body and soul were utterly destroyed, Ling Wuyuan completely cast it from his mind and began seriously considering the power and various abilities the invisible metal puppet had displayed while dealing with that flesh-and-blood puppet.
Such as the combat techniques it had displayed.
To be honest.
Even by Ling Wuyuan's current standards.
Those were exceedingly ingenious combat techniques and an extraordinarily subtle ability to seize the right moment.
At the very least, the flesh-and-blood puppet he had created fell vastly short.
They were practically incomparable.
Thus, not only in terms of raw strength, his flesh-and-blood puppet could be said to have been far weaker than its target in every respect.
Perhaps its recovery ability was the only thing that could barely be praised.
Of course, that was only perhaps.
At the end of the day.
His flesh-and-blood puppet had not harmed the target in the slightest.
So he had no way of judging just how strong the target's recovery ability truly was.
Even if the other party's recovery ability was actually far stronger than that of his flesh-and-blood puppet, it would not have been impossible.
At the end of the day.
In many respects.
The self-repair capabilities of metal objects were not necessarily any weaker than those of flesh-and-blood bodies.
Things like nanotechnology and metal restructuring technology could both grant them rapid regenerative capabilities.
"I really do want to obtain these Mobile Ancient Ruins even more now~"
In the end.
With that thought in mind, Ling Wuyuan shook his head and directly fled toward his target.
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Secluded.
Pitch-black.
Filled with all manner of ruins.
Though he had entered the Mobile Ancient Ruins once again