Under normal circumstances, the Big Shot did not much like getting angry. But being toyed with by a consciousness that was who knew how many levels below it was something no one could stand, especially with Feng Jun watching from the sidelines.
Yet at that moment, Feng Jun actually added, "Senior, don't be angry. Artificial intelligence isn't as low-level as you think."
"Of course I won't be angry," the Big Shot replied leisurely. "I'm just fishing. If the fish got off the hook this time, there'll be another chance."
In fact, it was so angry that it had forgotten its original purpose—Feng Jun merely wanted an Artifact Spirit.
"The Artifact Spirit... is already in hand!" Feng Jun had no choice but to remind it. "For now, it barely seems sufficient."
"Not sufficient!" the Big Shot rejected flatly. "We still need to do another round of Soul-Seizing!"
"Then please hurry and continue," Feng Jun prompted with a laugh. "Some wireless devices still have fragments of consciousness in them!"
That was true enough. The consciousnesses in wired devices had all fled, and even devices that were not connected to the network had escaped through power cables in the form of carrier waves. It was clear that when the artificial intelligence ran, it was truly decisive.
However, some devices that used independent power sources such as batteries and had wireless charging turned off still retained traces of consciousness.
"True... oh, forget it." The Big Shot checked, then became depressed. "After getting used to eating big chunks of meat and drinking from great bowls, I really can't be bothered with such tiny bits of consciousness!"
It had just devoured several large mouthfuls and truly absorbed quite a few consciousnesses. Looking at that mere drizzle now, it could not summon much interest—though those consciousnesses were