Overall, the strongest seemed to be that Sword Saint.
The second one's strength was unknown.
The next strongest was a Warrior, though judging by what he'd shown so far, Lu Cang could probably beat him.
And the third strongest...
Xiu Mi seemed pretty strong, too. As she gradually showed more of her strength here,
it became clear she really wasn't that weak.
Still, from what Lu Cang had observed so far, he hadn't seen any of them fight with their full strength.
Newcomers were still pouring in from outside.
The place was getting livelier by the minute.
More and more people were heading in Lu Cang's direction, so in the end, he put on his robe.
His body turned into a faint streak of light.
He sped toward the depths!
The corpses farther in were actually more valuable.
At first, Lu Cang had picked through the corpses one by one.
But then he thought about it...
He was a Death Priest who used corpses, so why was he being so picky?
Besides, the storage bag he owned had originally belonged to the Cold Church.
It was terrifyingly large.
It had enough room to hold an entire city.
Thinking it over, there really was no need...
So he simply raised his hand!
The masses of corpses went straight into his storage bag...
Lu Cang flew onward.
Like a plow, he cleared a swath through the battlefield that had been filled with corpses.
Behind Lu Cang...
The adventurers walked for a while before suddenly realizing... the road ahead was empty?
Wait...
Where were the corpses?
Where were all the corpses that had filled the street?
One ton, two tons... five hundred tons, a thousand tons, thirty thousand tons.
Lu Cang had swept through, leaving a clear stretch in his wake.
This was