Somewhere in the void above the Spiral Ring Star Continent.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Yang Zheng recalled the nine Azure Hooks, their radiance undiminished, then swept his gaze over the battlefield. The six formidable Prison Race experts who had painstakingly laid their ambush had all perished here.
He had originally intended to keep two captives alive.
But the final King Rank Limit had actually detonated himself, annihilating the two intended captives along with him.
"That was close."
Yang Zheng swiftly restored his condition. The entire battle had lasted less than half a minute, yet three Universe Crystal Mountain ranges in his internal world had already been vaporized.
Every explosive secret technique attack consumed an enormous amount of world power, which he then rapidly replenished by vaporizing Universe Crystal Mountain ranges. To prevent anyone else from swooping in and reaping the rewards, he had to keep himself at full strength at all times.
"Whew..."
Yang Zheng beckoned with one hand, gathering all the weapons and World Rings floating in the void, even including the wreckage of the Prison Race spaceship that had been partly destroyed in the explosion.
"A decent haul."
Yang Zheng examined the spoils, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. The combined assets of these Prison Race King Ranks amounted to no small fortune. More importantly, there was that exorbitantly expensive, top-of-the-line scanner.
Perhaps he could dismantle it and extract some useful technology.
Yang Zheng lingered no longer. He released his spaceship again and streaked toward another region of the Spiral Ring Star Continent, leaving only the deathly silent void behind.
Half a day later.
Yang Zheng became a technician, removing the scanner from the Prison Race spaceship and installing it on his own vessel.
A task requiring so little technical expertise could have been easily handled by