Thinking of that powerful expert who had left with grievous wounds.
Though he did not know what had ultimately become of the other party, whether they were dead or alive.
Ling Wuyuan could not help recalling the battle scenes the Central Intelligence Brain had recorded in real time back then.
It had to be said.
The battle had truly been exceedingly fierce.
Once one was dragged into it.
Even he, as he was now, had no confidence that he could emerge unscathed.
Even if he used Abyssal Divine Speed, it would be the same.
One had to know.
Even the powerful expert who had been the final victor had been caught off guard by the enemy's final hidden move, leaving him severely injured and forcing him to flee in haste.
Perhaps.
If things had gone badly.
The final outcome for both sides might even have been mutual destruction.
After all, if that expert who had successfully escaped had truly managed to recover from his injuries, there should have been no reason for him to ignore this Metal Fortress—it was quite an excellent spoil of war.
"Perhaps."
"This is fate. Maybe all of this was meant to fall into my hands."
As these thoughts flashed through his mind.
Ling Wuyuan immediately felt that obtaining these benefits was only natural.
Thus, even his mood while scavenging through the trash improved considerably.
"This corpse might serve as research material. This corpse is too shattered; I should just hand it over to Gray Mist for erosion. This corpse—"
Now.
Since all those powerful experts had long since died completely.
Ling Wuyuan could freely do whatever he wished with their corpses.
Do not misunderstand.
Ling Wuyuan merely regarded those things as nourishment.
Whether it was conducting in-depth analysis through his own Gray Mist to perfect