As the Divine Wind vanished, the last Harvester knew that the tide had turned.
When hundreds of millions of Golden Cores came howling in, he took out a communication treasure and sent a message to the other Path Pioneers:
"Everyone, we heavily wounded Qingzhou's defenders and several of Chu Qing's women."
"But we were also heavily wounded and killed by them."
"If you send a few more people, you will definitely be able to capture or kill Chu Qing's women."
After sending the message, he was ground into ashes by the hundreds of millions of Golden Cores, which scattered into the sky.
At that moment, messages played throughout the Four Directions.
In one breath, five messages announced the deaths of Path Pioneers.
To ordinary martial artists, this news no longer mattered.
After all, far too many experts had died recently.
Ordinary martial artists did not even know that such experts existed in the world.
So they had become numb.
They even found it interesting. "There are actually so many Top Experts in this world!"
"Since these experts have been hiding for so long, why not keep hiding? Why jump out only to die?"
"I never thought there would be experts who specifically hunted experts!"
"The waters of this world are truly too deep!"
"Luckily, I am weak enough. I do not have to fear being ambushed by experts."
The Harvesters wore grave expressions.
Five experts had gone together to capture several of Chu Qing's women, yet all of them had died.
More laughably, even though those five pieces of trash had died in battle, they had not captured or killed a single woman.
"Are young people these days really this fierce?"
The Harvesters frowned.
"They said those women suffered heavy injuries!"
"The question now is: should we keep sending people