"How is the development of your combat equipment?" Even after thirty years, the Pangu Brain still looked the same, shrouded in black mist.
No one knows what he has done in the war over these years.
Lu Yuan scrutinized him closely and found that he had not lost an arm or a leg.
It seems this old fellow knows how to protect himself well.
"The progress of each project is as expected, and you have seen the combat results. The current war is at a stalemate stage. We have also effectively inflicted damages on the enemy."
Compared to the previous two Epochs, these results are indeed remarkable.
Thirty years have passed, and except for the significant damage on the Western Continent, the other continents have sustained only sporadic damage, which would have been unimaginable in the Seventh and Eighth Epoch.
Lu Yuan sighed lightly, "However, there's no way for faster progress; technological development requires time."
