Returning to the Vermilion Purple Mine and re-evaluating the site, Pan Ruiyi still felt amazed by its scale.
The guards and robots she had eliminated had been cleared away, the Xisheng people had fled, leaving only the vast expanse of steel and machinery, confining the entire dune like a cage. Towering cranes and drill bits cut the ground like knives, stretching endlessly.
In the past, this would have been an engineering feat worthy of the history books, but with modern technology, such a gigantic mining base was nothing extraordinary.
"That's the mine shaft—it needs miners or giant sandworms to dig downwards," Aisha pointed to the Vermilion Purple Mine.
Only 3% of the mine's output had been restored. Pan Ruiyi could clearly hear the hum of machines from the labyrinth of tunnels and caves, even capturing the scent of metal and fuel from such a distance.
