Mythical Card Creator: Myriad Ghosts Night Parade at the Start - Section 633

Having said that, the Heavenly Injury Ascetic Monk was about to stride forward, gusts of force capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks gathering around his fists.

With his current epic-tier strength, dealing with this group of deep-green-tier monsters—even if there were more than a hundred of them—would only take a few extra punches.

One punch would be enough to blast the Salt Corpse and the toxic salt crystals covering it into dust.

"Wait! Erlang, stop!"

Just as Wu Song was about to erupt and attack, a hand firmly pressed down on his shoulder.

Lin Chen's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable calm.

"Brother?" Wu Song stopped short and turned back in confusion. "These evil creatures—why keep them alive? Are we supposed to invite them out for drinks?"

Lin Chen shook his head. There was no killing intent in his eyes. Instead, they held a shrewd calculation and a trace of barely perceptible compassion.

"Killing them would be easy. One punch from you, and they'd naturally be reduced to minced meat. It would certainly feel satisfying."

Lin Chen pointed at the soil beneath their feet and said solemnly:

"But this is the resource zone we're going to develop. It's a treasure land that will produce 'spirit salt,' not a slaughterhouse!

"The essence of these [Salt Corpses] is a combination of resentment accumulated over a century and highly concentrated brine.

"If you blast them to smithereens by force, their dense corpse poison and resentment will erupt in an instant.

"They'll seep into every inch of soil in this salt field and completely pollute the spiritual essence of its Earth Vein."

Lin Chen paused, his tone grave:

"When that happens, what this place produces won't be spirit salt that wards off evil and invites blessings. It'll be 'toxic salt'