The processing center was a sprawling factory.
Han Ning hadn't visited this place often before, but he vaguely remembered a large, sliding iron gate at the main entrance.
But now, the entrance was empty. Only the gate's frame remained, standing forlornly and revealing the large glass doors that led into the processing center.
"...The Iron-toothed Snakes or the Silver-Scaled Python must have chewed the gate off. I hope those brutes didn't get to the equipment inside."
A nervous expression appeared on Lü Xiuning's face as he took in the scene.
If those precious machines were damaged by the Iron-toothed Snakes, it would be a complete disaster.
He took the key to the glass doors out of his backpack, unlocked the door, and went inside with the others.
The moment they stepped inside, the reek of something foul mixed with the smell of dust hit them.
The vast processing center was shrouded in dim light, and a thin layer of dust coated the various machines.
