Star Silver Ore
Bang bang bang!
Eight explosions rang out in succession as Hua Qiang crushed the remaining eight Tiger Demons.
Now that we've obtained the information we wanted, there's no point in keeping these people around.
Why not add some Slaughter Points to your account?
He has now reached the Star Cloud Realm First Layer. Each level requires 1,000 star points of Blood Qi Value, which is equivalent to 10,000 star points of Slaughter Points.
Upon arriving in this universe, Hua Qiang deeply felt the weakness of his own strength.
If the little monk hadn't severely injured that Rotman, it would have been like throwing an egg against a rock if I hadn't tried to fight him!
Hua Qiang took out a Starry Sky Shuttle, set the coordinates of the destination, and then started it. The Starry Sky Shuttle transformed into a shooting star and flew forward quickly.
"Sigh, I wonder if Yan Ruyu is dead or alive now?"
As Hua Qiang soared through the Starry Sky Shuttle, he reminisced about the days when Yan Ruyu was his driver.
If this girl were to die from that claw, he would feel really guilty, after all, it was all his fault!
In the depths of the universe, darkness stretches endlessly, with the occasional streak of a shooting star adding a touch of life to this silent place.
A floating mountain range stands out abruptly like the skeleton of a giant beast.
This mountain range is called "Silver Abyss". Its surface is covered with jagged cracks and ravines, as if it were cleaved open by the giant axe of the ancient god.
A pale purple halo surrounded the mountains, a special phenomenon caused by spatial distortion, which isolated the area from the outside world, making it like a forgotten island.
The core area of the mountain range is a vast ore field.
The ore field was firmly controlled by a group of Tiger Demon. They were tall and covered with dark gold tiger stripes, and their eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty red light.
The leading Tiger Demon was incredibly powerful. It wore armor made from the bones of its enemies and held a long whip inlaid with sharp bone spikes. It surveyed the entire mine with an imposing presence.
Under the oppression of the Tiger Demon, hundreds of thousands of slaves are toiling away in the mines.
These slaves came from various races across the universe, including the short-statured Elf Race, the strong and tall Barbarian Tribe, and the Insectoid race with strange abilities.
However, they had long lost their former glory; they were ragged, emaciated, and their eyes were filled with despair and fear.
Every day, before dawn, the piercing sound of bugles would break the silence of the night sky.
The slaves emerged from their shabby shacks like corpses, dragging their exhausted bodies, driven by the Tiger Demon's whip towards the mine.
"Hurry up! What are you dawdling for!"
"Damn it, I'll beat you to death!"
"Smack!"
The Tiger Demon brandished their whips, mercilessly lashing the slaves and leaving bloody welts.
The slaves groaned in pain, but dared not slacken in the slightest, for they knew that if they stopped, even crueler punishment awaited them.
The mine was dark and damp, filled with a pungent, putrid stench.
Water droplets fell from the cave ceiling from time to time, dripping onto the slaves and chilling them to the bone.
The slaves, armed with rudimentary tools, laboriously dug out the silvery ore from the rock face.
These ores, known as "Star Silver Ore," are extremely precious resources in the universe, possessing immense energy that can be used to manufacture various advanced weapons and equipment.
"Bah, these damned Tiger Demon!" an Elf Race slave muttered under his breath.
"We work ourselves to the bone every day, but we can't even get a full meal!"
His words had barely left his mouth when the Tiger Demon overheard them.
"You lowly thing, how dare you curse us!" the Tiger Demon roared, raising his whip and lashing it hard across the back of the Elf Race slave.
The Elf Race slave cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
"Get up and get back to work! Otherwise, you won't get any food today!" the Tiger Demon said viciously.
The Elf Race slaves gritted their teeth, struggled to their feet, and continued digging for ore.
His hands were already covered with blisters and calluses, and every time he swung his tools, he felt excruciating pain.
He dared not stop, because he knew that in this cruel world, only by surviving could there be hope.
At the other end of the mine, a Barbarian Tribe slave was struggling to pull a heavy ore cart toward the mine entrance.
His body was already exhausted, his steps were unsteady, and he seemed as if he might collapse at any moment.
"Keep going, just hang in there!" he silently encouraged himself.
However, at that moment, his foot slipped, and he fell to the ground along with the ore cart.
The ore was scattered all over the ground, making a crisp clanging sound.
"Useless! You can't even do this simple thing right!"
Upon seeing this, the Tiger Demon immediately surrounded the Barbarian Tribe slave and gave him a brutal beating.
The Barbarian Tribe slave clutched his head, curled up on the ground in agony, and let the Tiger Demon's whip rain down on him.
"I was wrong, please forgive me!" he pleaded desperately.
The Tiger Demon showed no mercy, beating the Barbarian Tribe slaves to the point of near death before stopping.
"Load all these ores onto the truck. Today's mission must be completed!" the Tiger Demon said viciously.
The Barbarian Tribe slaves, enduring excruciating pain, struggled to their feet and began hauling ore by heavy load.
His eyes were filled with hatred, but he could only bury that hatred deep in his heart.
In the open-air area of the mine, piles of silver ore lay, gleaming coldly in the dim light.
These mountains of ore are all stained with the blood and hatred of slaves.
However, in a huge valley a few miles away from the mine, a completely different and tragic scene unfolded.
Countless corpses were piled up together, emitting a nauseating stench.
Among them were slaves who died from overwork, warriors who were killed for resisting the Tiger Demon, and the weak who died from injuries and illnesses that could not be treated.
In the valley, a group of Corpse Devourer Beast were gnawing on the corpses. Their teeth were incredibly sharp, easily crushing the bones.
The Corpse Devourer Beast emitted chilling howls that echoed through the valley.
Those slaves who were lucky enough to survive were filled with endless fear and despair whenever they saw this scene.
They knew that one day they might become a corpse in this valley, devoured by the Corpse Devourer Beast.
As night fell, the mine remained brightly lit.
Under the watchful eye of the Tiger Demon, the slaves continued their arduous labor.
Their bodies were already exhausted to the limit, but they dared not slack off in the slightest.
In this dark mine, they lived like ants, just to survive one more day.
However, the flame of hope in their hearts never went out. They firmly believed that one day, someone would come to save them and take them away from this hell on earth.