Beneath Poisonous Fog Land, all kinds of caves crisscrossed in a tangled maze, intersecting with one another.
The clones mining ore bustled everywhere like diligent bees, extracting endless riches and causing Su Xiaobai's wealth to increase by the day.
The Forbidden Land was a treasure trove—and within that treasure trove were guards worth even more.
Two years had passed since the battle at Boundless Cliff.
Perhaps word had gotten out. Whenever some guards discovered Su Xiaobai's aura from far away, they immediately fled for their lives.
They knew they were no match for him.
Indeed, Poisonous Fog Land was vast, probably reaching the size of an ordinary star. As long as the 140 people spread out evenly, it was not impossible for them to go ten years without meeting.
Originally, hiding away and scraping by for ten years, then leaving alive and claiming victory, had been the ideal way to win.
Because of the rules established by the Saints, many Saint Sons and Saint Daughters had never intended from the start to have their guards slaughter everyone in their path.
After all, when the mantis stalked the cicada, the oriole lurked behind. Killing the other guards made it easy to expose oneself, and protecting oneself might well be the key to victory.
But at this point, such a method was clearly no longer of much use.
In the sights of many guards, there was always a white figure that followed them like a ghost, never leaving their side.
Wherever they hid, that figure chased them there.
Some even discovered that there was more than one white figure.
They belonged to the guards under some Saint Son or Saint Daughter.
Their combat strength was impossible to gauge, but it clearly surpassed that of every other guard. It could even be said