Flames covered the Turing Battle Armor, disintegrating its scales piece by piece.
The dragon bones and lining within the scales, the mesh, and half-armor, all were dismantled one by one.
The intact ones were set aside, the damaged ones grouped together, and the completely damaged ones placed separately.
In just a moment, the Battle Armor was disassembled into tens of thousands of pieces, large and small.
Han Muye pointed to those intact pieces. "There are a total of 3,520 intact pieces.
"Among them, there are 2,631 pieces that reach level seven."
He waved his hand, and parts appeared in front of him one by one.
"Do you want me to refine them for you?" He looked up, smiling at Sun Bing.
Sun Bing nodded again.
"It's not expensive. I'll charge you 10,000 origin coins," Han Muye said as he raised his hand to suppress the golden flames.
In the instant the flames covered the pieces, a bright light shone in Sun Bing's eyes.
