The four lotus swords returned to his sea of consciousness, and the killing intent that permeated the salient quietly dissipated.
On Li Wei's system panel, a string of numbers lay quietly.
Abyss Essence: 2.13 million
She looked at this string of numbers, feeling no overjoyed ecstasy as she had imagined; instead, a sense of emptiness and vexation welled up in her heart.
Damn it, why did they run?
Just over a dozen seconds ago, she was still daydreaming.
Dreaming of farming a full ten million today, ascending in a single bound to enter the realm of the Martial Immortal.
Though, the matter of a Martial Immortal requiring ten million essence was purely her own wild guess.
However, even a salted fish had to have dreams, right?
Yet, just as she was farming with great zest, the abyssal monsters suddenly ran away.
Her beautiful dream of becoming a Martial Immortal had lasted less than half an hour before Li Wei was doused by a basin of icy water.
Just like that... it was over?
Although Li Wei had only arrived for a day, she had already heard plenty of combat common sense.
Whether it was the commanders and fighters of the 52nd Army Group or Qin Lan, all of them had told her.
Whenever abyssal monsters launched a large-scale offensive, they would fight for at least a few days and nights.
So why was this time so perfunctory?
I haven't even had my fill yet, and you're already finished?!
Li Wei gazed in the direction where the last abyssal monster had vanished, instinctively raising her arm and extending an Erh Kang-style hand.
That posture, that expression, looked for all the world like Liang Shanbo seeing off Zhu Yingtai—turning his head three times with every single step, wishing he could