Wang Yanchao was a burly man and an Otherworldly Master, the combat type.
After listening to Liu Chengfu's introduction with the others, he pondered for a while before saying to Wenren Sheng, "Then if we really want to clear this stage, we'll have to kill all Seven Demon Kings."
"According to the game's progression, killing five is enough. Two of them have never shown themselves," Liu Chengfu hurriedly explained.
Wang Yanchao sneered and completely ignored Liu Chengfu, despite the valuable information the latter had provided.
He merely stared at Wenren Sheng, waiting for his reply.
"This isn't a game. The demon kings won't stay put and wait for us to kill them unless something is restricting them. For now, we should gather as much intelligence as possible and figure out exactly what this place is," Wenren Sheng said thoughtfully.
"Yes, that was what we had in mind too. There are plenty of people here, so based on the information we have, we can send them out separately to investigate," Wang Yanchao said, glancing back at the organized groups.
"Everyone should do what they can." Wenren Sheng nodded.
The two groups then went about their separate tasks.
Wenren Sheng called Liu Chengfu over. "You said you got stuck before. Where?"
"At the Blood Raven stage. It runs fast and shoots accurately. It kites us every day—we're practically losing our minds," Liu Chengfu said with a sigh.
Wenren Sheng nodded. Then, as usual, he had Old Wu carry him on his back and take him there.
As for the others, they remained at the camp for the time being, both to maintain order and serve as a communications hub.
A cemetery.
Wenren Sheng felt a familiar sense of déjà vu.
As soon as they approached, rotting corpses began shuffling toward them.