1 million souls.
2 million souls.
3 million souls.
5 million souls.
He finally got to experience what it was like to be rich, but he could also clearly feel that the Thousand Army Ant Mountain before him was gradually running dry.
The black ants it produced were becoming more and more sparse.
At first, he could farm over a hundred thousand souls in half a minute. Now, after a whole minute, he could only farm fifty thousand.
Even five million didn't feel like nearly enough.
Using Soul Explosion 33 times at 150,000 souls each would use it all up.
At the very least, he needed to farm his way to a hundred million first.
But...
He had a feeling that the Demonic Tide in this space was nearly drained dry.
Lu Cang couldn't help wondering:
If this went on, would it still be able to produce black ants?
Lu Cang looked toward the ant mountain.
Ever since he had advanced to Death Priest, he had felt the world grow more vivid. The colors he saw were completely different from before his advancement.
He could see things that ordinary people couldn't.
The Demonic Tide really had grown much thinner.
"Haha, I'm back!"
Just as Lu Cang was worrying, a cheerful voice sounded from behind him.
He turned around and, sure enough, it was Chicheng.
"Brother Chicheng, you're finally back. I was worried some other adventurers might discover this place."
Chicheng laughed heartily. "Haha, don't worry about that. I blocked off the entrance when I went out earlier."
As he spoke, Chicheng also looked toward the ant mountain.
"Oh, the Demonic Tide has gotten a lot thinner. As expected of the Thousand Army Ant Mountain."
Lu Cang said, "Yeah, that's what I'm worried about too. The Demonic Tide is thinning