"Likewise, the corpses of Abyss races of different ranks can be exchanged at the Civilization Research Institute for finished Soul Tools, Soul Tool blueprints, gold coins, magic, battle aura, and everything else!" Jiang Hai's voice was not loud, yet it stirred towering waves in everyone's hearts.
If the Abyss truly had countless powerful beings, exchanging their corpses for the Blood Qi Soul Core Condensation Method, Soul Tools, knowledge of soul guidance technology, or even magic and battle aura would certainly be no loss to them.
The Civilization Research Institute's warship dominated the sky, displaying technological power that even a Limit Douluo would struggle to withstand. How could anyone present not be curious about such power?
The Titled Douluo of the Three Great Empires, in particular, saw a glimmer of dawn amid their despair.
They wanted to prolong the war precisely to buy time to develop their own strength with everything they had. Now that soul guidance technology, blood qi soul cores, and Soul Tools were all within easy reach, how could they not be overjoyed?
A military merit system, moreover, had to be established.
Even when facing the possible ruin of their nations and families and the shattering of their plane, the allied forces could only muster limited fighting strength without tangible benefits to drive them. Once the war began, they might well conserve their strength and stand by while their allies fell.
After all, they were allies now, but remained rivals at heart.
Only sufficiently great benefits could bind the forces of the Douluo Continent together.
Jiang Hai knew all too well how terrifying the Abyss was. Unless they worked as one and set aside every prejudice and selfish motive, then even though the Douluo Continent's strength on paper surpassed that of most planes, its fate would not be