The sphere looked like an enormous metal eyeball, its surface densely packed with optical lenses and scanning arrays.
It hovered in midair, rotating slowly. One revolution, two, three...
It remained three feet above Yang Yong's head, its rays sweeping over his entire body again and again.
Bzzz...
The scanning beams struck Yang Yong's skin, bringing a faint burning sensation.
But they reached no conclusion.
Come on, Yang Yong sneered inwardly, clenching his fists. The Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace has already suppressed those two things. Like hell you'll find anything.
Sure enough, after its eighth revolution, the scanning sphere abruptly stopped moving.
The lens array on its surface flashed wildly, red and blue lights strobing in turn, as though its system had overloaded.
It seemed to mean a result was coming.
Yang Yong's heart tightened.
Hurry up with the result!
Otherwise, with everyone at daggers drawn like this, I really can't take it anymore.
At that moment, the Survival Convoy members present, the mechanical soldiers of Mechanical City...
All of them held their breath, their gazes converging on the floating metal sphere as they waited for it to deliver its verdict.
In the nine-person conference room atop a distant steel tower.
Nine holographic screens lit up at once. The nine elders stared unblinkingly at the same image:
The scanning sphere's data was being processed at tremendous speed, rows of code cascading down like a waterfall.
Everyone waited with bated breath.
Just as the data was about to converge into a final conclusion...
A finger pressed toward a red button, unhurriedly.
"Third Elder! What are you doing?!"
The Second Elder's furious roar erupted inside the enclosed conference room, making the metal walls hum.
Everyone whipped their heads around.
A faint, almost imperceptible smile rested on the Third Elder's aged face.
His right index