The golden cores rolled in all directions, and Yang Yu kept an eye on their movements.
Before confirming it was safe, Yang Yu would never let his guard down lightly. These golden cores could recombine at any time and turn into new enemies.
Suddenly, the rolling cores came to an abrupt halt.
In the center of the vast space, a gigantic golden ring appeared.
Countless golden cores, as if summoned by something, rolled straight toward the golden ring and fell into it.
A vortex spun within the golden ring, and a control console over a meter tall slowly rose up, appearing before Yang Yu.
A language Yang Yu couldn't understand once again echoed through the empty space:
"!@#）!））&!￥"
Was it over at this point?
Yang Yu couldn't be sure. While observing his surroundings, he approached the console.
