Before long, Lu Yuan completely vanished.
In his original position, only a set of deep black biker gear quietly fell to the ground.
Seconds later.
"Crack—"
A sound of something shattering suddenly echoed from within the small mountain of bismuth iron waste.
The sound was especially clear in the dimly lit and silent warehouse.
This seemed like just the beginning.
Gradually, the second sound, the third, the fourth...
The shattering sounds became more frequent, as if countless small creatures were breaking out of their shells one after another.
"Rustle-rustle—"
Amid the dense shattering sounds, the towering small mountain of bismuth iron waste began to slowly collapse inward.
The dark green glow emitted from its surface gradually faded away, while light black sand continuously poured down from the cracks between the piles of ore stones...
At this moment, Lu Yuan was immersed in the ecstasy of being enveloped by hundreds of streams of life energy.
