Li Yi cremated the body of the genetic warrior according to his old tradition. He threw a punch that stirred up a fierce wind, pulverizing the remaining bones. Then a breeze came and completely dispersed them into nothingness.
A routine process, carried out with practiced ease, as if rehearsed.
"Li Yi, look what I found? I found a pistol on a body, and it's not bounding. I just tried firing it, though the firing rate is a bit slow, the power is formidable," Jiang Mingtian said with a laugh as he approached.
He held a sci-fi styled pistol in his hand.
"I found a set of battle armor," Li Yi said as he glanced at the metal box in his hand.
"Battle armor? That's a valuable find."
Jiang Mingtian's eyes lit up. "Remember the guy who flew the spaceship during the assessment? He was wearing a battle armor that could change shape at will, very useful."
