Wenren Sheng watched two beggars struggle to survive in the Upper Realm.
They were truly pitiful.
And now, they had been reduced to cannon fodder for exploring ruins.
That made them even more pitiful.
Sure enough, that very night, the two beggars from the cultivation world suffered a strange attack.
A pack of beasts burst out from beneath the ruins.
They had goat heads, lion bodies, and crocodile tails—in short, they were patchworks of various animals.
Every one of them possessed Nascent Soul-level strength.
Different mountains called for different songs.
Wenren Sheng then watched as the two of them were devoured clean by that pack of beasts.
Had the two big shots who had once seized Golden Fingers really died just like that?
Wenren Sheng found it somewhat unbelievable.
He soon noticed that what had been eaten were merely two shadows.
Those two were quite clever.
They had hidden their true bodies beneath the tent and placed illusions above it.
They were Nascent Soul Big Shots, after all.
When facing disasters involving these beasts, they still had many ways to respond.
After all, they were not Ordinary People.
Although their status among Cultivators was relatively low,
they still had far too many methods available when facing such natural disasters.
They still lived better and more comfortably than Ordinary People.
The main reason they were living so miserably was that level 20 accounts had entered a level 100 zone.
Level 20 accounts could give level 100 players experience after being beaten.
But mortals were level 0. Level 100 bosses gained no experience from eating them.
In this place, in this Upper Realm, the cost of safety was too high.
Living in a safe city cost far too much.
This was actually a common method of deprivation.
Safety was priceless.
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