Fu Qingjun raised an eyebrow.
"Modern Earth's mechanical technology and craftsmanship?"
Technologies like alloy, smelting, and so on, are naturally not low.
If this is the case, it also means that humans in the entire Earth's survivor camps have begun to accept the protection of their "Demon Country Civilization," standing on a unified front.
This has to be said, is a great thing.
It may have been the sacrifice of the first Maya Emperor, a fierce sacrifice, that made the country completely let down its guard, allowing Tang Meng to take over their laboratories.
"It's just that, I've started losing hair again."
Fu Qingjun was sitting cross-legged in Miao Chun Hall's room, his gaze calm, staring into the distance at the Earth's dark front line battlefield, where it was intense and bloody, causing all living beings sorrow.
On this side, his entire being was facing a great mutation.
"In the end, too many have died." He slowly closed his eyes.
Boom...
Rumble!!!
