After a round of snatching, there wasn't much time left, and the roar of the Demon Clan could be faintly heard outside the three ravines.
Fann Mingshan smiled, glanced at Zhuge Ziyin, then stepped aside to begin repairing the large armor pieces behind him.
Zhuge Ziyin did the same, standing next to a damaged piece of armor, observing the repairs.
The difference was that Fann Mingshan repaired with his hands, personally disassembling the shell and moving the parts.
Zhuge Ziyin, however, stood in front of the damaged armor with an indifferent expression, controlling everything with his Divine Sense.
His speed in disassembling the armor with his Divine Sense was even faster than Fann Mingshan's hands. With just a slight frown, an entire armor component floated in front of him, disassembled mid-air, with each small part quietly floating, arranged by size and category.
