All three lord-level Molten Core Dragons turned into materials in the players' backpacks with the assistance of Queen Mei and the Lion Heart Knight.
However, the entire stronghold of the Dancing Nuclear Guild had been thoroughly destroyed in this battle, the only usable building being the ancient tree, which now had less than five thousand health points remaining.
Zhao Mingwei, upon hearing this news, logged in using VR equipment immediately after the match ended.
His login location was right at the center of the Dancing Nuclear Guild's stronghold. Zhao Mingwei crouched down to pick up a piece of charred component from the ground.
The physical effects and modeling of the Holy Spirit were still so impressive that Zhao Mingwei was amazed—no, this was reality.
When Zhao Mingwei wiped the ash off the component with his fingertips, he could still vaguely see a line of small characters imprinted on it.
'From Chang Qing's hands, hehe.'
