Lu Ping'an tossed the fragments into the courtyard, yet again he had to wait several days for them to be consumed.
From the looks of it, it seemed even tougher to crack than the first time.
"...Alright, time to deal with the aftermath."
Lu Ping'an sighed; the remaining battlefield could hardly even be called ruins.
Not long ago, mere hours earlier, there had been a city here. Now, aside from some remnants of forests, various large pits, and scraps of metal, there were only chunks of flesh that were disintegrating.
In Lu Ping'an's view, even rebuilding in the short term was impractical... The residual energy here was too dangerous for ordinary people. The traps and "automatic aggressive magic plants" that Lu Ping'an had left behind would all become no-go zones for them.
Yet Lu Ping'an himself found it difficult to clean up completely.
