The light flickered once more.
Long Yi noticed that the punch marks were not identical; some were smoother while others appeared to be quite fresh.
"Identify the metal." Long Yi deployed the rule. This self-aimed rule was quite straightforward and cost little to use.
In the end, he confirmed that the metal was just Fine Gold, but it was dozens of meters thick.
"Calculate the corrosion speed."
The black substance in the Worm's belly didn't exhibit strong devouring properties against Fine Gold, but despite being minuscule, it couldn't be ignored.
Ultimately, Long Yi roughly concluded that the oldest punch mark dated back to tens of thousands of years ago, whereas the most recent punch impression seemed to have been made only just now.
Long Yi sat down, closed his eyes, pondered, and pondered seriously.
Then, he opened his eyes again.
"It seems that I'm about to do something I can hardly believe myself." Long Yi murmured to himself.
