75 Billion Sublimation Points! Taking Off!

Metal fragments fell with a rustling patter across the sky. Mechanical wreckage lay strewn every which way, carpeting the entire open ground. That mechanical army that had just moments ago possessed heaven-toppling momentum and stood arrayed for battle had now been utterly annihilated, without the slightest sign of life remaining.

Lu Yuan hovered a thousand meters in the air. The Ice Wings on his back gently folded in, the biting cold aura around him slowly receded, and his once sharp, taut brows and eyes instantly relaxed. Every trace of murderous ferocity faded from his face.

As for the destruction, scrapping, and complete extinction of these thousand-plus Machine Race life-forms, not the slightest ripple stirred in his heart, much less any pity.

In the universe, slaughter between alien races was, by nature, the weak becoming meat for the strong, the superior surviving while the inferior were cast aside.

He did not care at all whether these mechanical life-forms lived or died. He did not care whether they were guarding a base, whether they had fulfilled their duty, or whether they possessed an absolute collective will to sacrifice.

At this moment, only one thing filled his entire mind—the Sublimation Points that had soared to a terrifying degree!

Lu Yuan's eyes burned bright, his gaze locked firmly onto the system kill notifications still flashing one after another by his ear. Even his heartbeat could not help quickening slightly, and an unconcealable, scorching wild joy burst from deep in his eyes.

A Type 33 High-Order Machine Race life-form gave a full seventy-five million Sublimation Points per kill!

And the mechanical legion he had just swept away in one wave, wiping them all out, numbered well over a thousand!

His mind calculated at high speed, and a simple multiplication instantly produced a horrifying, hair-raising number.