A large number of instructions were waiting to be input into the computer, but where the person's original Spiritual Root was now located, there was now a large hole. Inside the room, a robotic arm was rapidly inserting and removing Spiritual Root delivered by a conveyor belt into that hole.
Li Xingkong finally understood where all that computational power came from. It was because the human body was treated as a motherboard and the Spiritual Root as wireless network cards. Every time a Spiritual Root was inserted, a computational request was sent in.
The extracted Spiritual Root were then placed in batches in petri dishes in another part of the room.
Li Xingkong's expression instantly darkened, and he spread his Divine Sense outwards.
There are far more than just a few hundred or a few thousand similar small rooms underground; judging by this density, there must be at least tens of thousands of people.
These are all living, breathing people, yet they've become like this. How could Li Xingkong not be angry?
In this situation, he could no longer bear it.
The previous investigations and visits, though disheartening to him, at least ensured his basic livelihood. Even without the right to cultivate, he could still live a decent life as an ordinary person.
But standing here now, Li Xingkong felt that he had overestimated human nature.
In an instant, the murderous intent arose spontaneously, moving without wind, and the entire underground room exploded simultaneously.
Under the control of his Divine Sense, Li Xingkong absorbed all the human bodies submerged in the life support pods into his spatial dimension. Then, a fierce and unstoppable Divine Sense erupted from around Li Xingkong's body.
Like a torrent, all the facilities in the entire underground area were crushed into ruins by this Divine Sense. At that moment, alarms blared throughout the area, and many projections appeared in the underground area.
When the first batch of projections appeared, the fluctuations of Divine Sense had not yet subsided. Before they could take shape, they were already reduced to points of light by Li Xingkong's Divine Sense.
The second wave, the third wave, and finally the fourth wave of projections finally pinpointed Li Xingkong's location. Then, a group of projections pointed their weapons at Li Xingkong.
"You have trespassed into the territory of the Sihali Kingdom and caused significant damage to its property. Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately."
"Oh."
Li Xingkong was too lazy to talk to these cowardly rats who dared not show their faces. His Divine Sense surged again, tearing the entire underground space apart and deforming it.
Although the projections were quickly annihilated under such an offensive, they did not attack the main body; simply eliminating the projections was clearly of little use.
However, the fact that no one was hurt doesn't mean Li Xingkong's attack was ineffective. You can run away, but you can't hide. It's not Li Xingkong who will be heartbroken if the industrial zone is damaged.
Seeing that Li Xingkong was still fighting, the projections stopped talking and appeared without saying a word, their weapons playing a symphony.
The Sihali Kingdom's strength clearly extends beyond projection technology; it also possesses the confidence of a third-rate civilization in terms of weaponry.
The first projections to attack Li Xingkong were armed with what appeared to be some kind of kinetic weapon, looking similar to a gun, but firing entirely different bullets.
Ordinary guns can only fire bullets, but these kinetic weapons fire out bursts of particles.
After leaving the gun, these particles carried immense kinetic energy, completely sealing off Li Xingkong's surroundings and leaving him nowhere to hide.
Unfortunately for Li Xingkong, who had mastered spatial knowledge, this purely kinetic attack was completely ineffective against him.
With a Arc of his hand, an arc appeared around Li Xingkong's body, engulfing all the incoming attacks.
While they were attacking, Li Xingkong wasn't idle either. He reached out and slapped the ground upwards, instantly splitting it open and creating a huge palm-shaped crack in the middle of the industrial zone.
Li Xingkong took Divine Land People working in the industrial zone into his spatial storage, while the remaining projections all dissipated under the attack.
With this attack, nearly half of the industrial zone that the Sihali Kingdom had built up over many years was rendered unusable, and the surrounding projections appeared in greater density.
Perhaps because of the abilities Li Xingkong had just demonstrated, the weapons in the newly appeared projections had changed.
The projection, located far away from Li Xingkong, held a strange device in its hand, resembling a hand grenade. The moment it materialized, it was thrown directly into the open space to the side.
The grenade-like object didn't explode after being thrown; instead, it caused a spatial fluctuation.
Li Xingkong clearly sensed that this thing had "isolated" a large area of space around it, as if a cage had been set up around it.
This is not only to prevent Li Xingkong from escaping, but also because the spatial disturbances it causes will make it difficult to use methods that originally relied on space.
However, the effectiveness of this blocking device depends on who it is targeting.
Li Xingkong's years of study were not for nothing; he saw through the effects of this thing at a glance. For him, it was like an open-book exam.
Trying to control his movements with this? Impossible.
As the grenades in the hands of these projections sealed off the space, more projections were teleported here.
The newly arrived projections are even more unique, each with its own distinctive and flamboyant design, much like gamers.
They teleported over, shouting something unintelligible, and charged towards Li Xingkong.
Fortunately, Li Xingkong had read the textbook on the Sihali Kingdom and had some knowledge of the universal language, so he could understand quite a few of the shouts from these people.
"New world boss, brothers, charge!"
"Holy crap, a boss siege? That hasn't happened in years! And I'm caught in it? Never mind, time to start a live stream."
"Professional open-world raid, 19=1, looking for high DPS and spell damage, please bring screenshots of your gear."
As these familiar words reached Li Xingkong's ears, the group Li Xingkong towards him.
"That's utter nonsense."
Even Li Xingkong, who was already so angry, felt a sense of helplessness under the influence of these guys' remarks.
What the hell? I've been made a fool of as the boss?
The way the Sihali Kingdom wages war abroad is truly unique.
Li Xingkong even felt that the space grenades dropped before they appeared were not meant to control him, but rather to keep these players from running around recklessly.
In that brief moment of distraction, Li Xingkong noticed that the amount of miscellaneous trash on the ground had decreased significantly.
These players' hands aren't clean, are they?
One advantage of projections is that they don't require any tactical coordination. Since they are not physical entities, there seems to be some kind of peculiar connection between them, as if friendly fire has been shut down, and there are even overlapping body positions.
Seeing the familiar warrior-mage-priest setup and the "players" who came forward with all sorts of strange weapons, Li Xingkong didn't stand on ceremony.
When the Ten Thousand Swords Art was activated, all the debris and fragments inside the sealed space were controlled by Li Xingkong and transformed into flying swords, which shot towards the group of projections.
Due to the constraints of gravity, the projections standing on the ground were first thrown into the air by the cracks in the ground beneath them, and then skewered into skewers by thousands of swaying flying swords.
No one got close to Li Xingkong; they were all cut down by his sword with this single move.