One of the inner realms of the Sea Edge Realm, the East Suburb Realm.
At this moment, deep in the Western Forest of the East Suburb Realm, several figures were gradually becoming clear, as if they were traversing through a water surface.
There were five people in total, all resembling burly Great Han figures, appearing extremely bold and rugged, but the icy cold expression on their faces was like perennial snow atop high mountains.
"Enter civilization space, restore humanoid settings."
Mechanical voices slowly arose.
At this, the five slowly sat down, their expressions no longer icy but seemingly giving birth to a hint of spirituality.
"Number One, is it soon time for us to be scrapped?" a Great Han asked, his voice somewhat indistinguishable in emotion.
