Like a tumbleweed in a storm, the bloated man rolled and crawled away from the super mining vehicle.
Shen Yuling was still angry. He paced back and forth atop the mining vehicle with a gloomy face.
Looking at the huge wheel-type bucket with a diameter of more than fifty meters, it was like the bloody mouths of dozens of giant beasts, constantly tearing and swallowing the ore. The sparks from the friction between the pieces of ore could seemingly ignite him at any time.
A thin and small-sized prospector with gray sideburns climbed onto the roof of the car.
Judging from the Hell Beast leather, his protective clothing meticulously refined with scales, the Apocalyptic Beast bones, his safety helmet made of super-strong alloy, which was enough to withstand the bombardment of heavy cannons, the prospector had extremely strong abilities and a high status.
However, he was frowning like a crumpled newspaper.