Inside the tube-shaped apartment building.
Li Xin killed several evil entities and a Vicious Ghost, clearing out a room.
The three following behind him—Yang Dong, Meng Wenwen, and Meng Jian—once again witnessed what it meant to kill ghosts as easily as slaughtering chickens. The Vicious Ghosts that seemed terrifying beyond measure to them were as weak as babies before this man.
One slash per ghost.
They could not resist at all.
This undoubtedly shook their understanding once again.
They had heard of the power of some Awakened, and they had even become trapped here because of a confrontation between top-tier Awakened.
That was a terrifying power capable of altering celestial phenomena and connecting with foreign realms.
But such power was too far removed from them.
It was like seeing videos about hundreds of millions, billions, or tens of billions of yuan every day on a short-video platform. Of course, they knew that was an astronomical fortune, but it would not stir anything in them.
Because it was too distant, it seemed almost unreal.
But.
If you piled ten million yuan—not a hundred million—in banknotes before them and told them they had a chance to obtain part of it,
their state of mind would inevitably change.
Although it could not compare to a hundred million, a billion, or ten billion, it would be right there in front of them, and it could genuinely affect them.
That was precisely the situation Yang Dong and the others were in now.
Was an Eighth Tier big shot impressive?
Of course.
But such a person was too far away from them.
Li Xin might not compare to those top-tier big shots, but he was someone they could truly come into contact with—and someone capable of affecting their fate from this point onward. That was why