Player Number One Hundred had gone stir-crazy in the Lower Realm long ago.
The three hundred thousand troops had previously fought like everyone sharing one communal pot, and they had barely managed to grab a few scraps of meat.
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Now they had run straight to someone else's lair, where the ground was covered in high-dimensional resources practically dripping with fat.
Qin Chuan did not even need to give an order. The hundred newly promoted Lower God players immediately changed tactics.
Their clearing efficiency was absurdly high, leaving all their spare energy for demolition work.
The Heavy Armored Warriors used the greatswords in their hands as crowbars, the mages used earth magic to loosen the soil around the edges, and the rogue-class players simply dug out the Law gems embedded in the pillars with their bare hands.
For a time, the entire Resurrection Altar rang with the clinking and clanging of mining and demolition.
These players were ruthless. They did not even spare the luminous pearls decorating the altar's edges.
Dies Martin stood beside Qin Chuan. Watching their antics, he could not help sucking his teeth.
"Shadow, are all you Blue Star people this... down-to-earth?" Dies Martin pointed at a Shield Warrior who was bending over and forcibly stuffing an entire pure-gold pillar into his spatial ring. "You're all at the level of deities, at least put on some airs. Your people won't even spare the buildings?"
Qin Chuan toyed with the Divine Radiance Source Stone in his hand without turning his head.
"Frugality is a fine tradition," Qin Chuan said flatly.
Season Star sat in the Data Rocking Chair suspended in midair and yawned boredly.
"Your labor efficiency is far too low." Season Star crossed her long legs and traced a line through the air with her