"Generals, the Death Plain is just ahead."
At a glance, the place in the distance called the Death Plain showed nothing unusual. It was merely an unremarkable stretch of wasteland, but in truth, simply approaching it was enough for even ordinary people to clearly feel a bone-chilling cold.
That chill was not merely coldness, but a sinister, wintry cold. No amount of clothing could help, as though something was constantly gnawing away at them, robbing them of their body heat—and even their lives.
Even warriors as powerful as Xie Liancheng and Zhou Chongshan, who had reached the Vajra Realm, could not completely resist that sensation.
Looking around, they saw quite a few figures who had already been reduced to skin and bones, their faces deathly pale as they wielded little hoes and dug at various places throughout the valley.
What they were digging for was none other than Necromancer Bone!
This Death Plain was precisely where Saint Roland produced its Necromancer Bone.
The older the Necromancer Bone, the tougher it was. However, even the younger specimens were still nearly as strong as ordinary skeletons.
If one swung a normal hoe down and happened to strike a young piece of Necromancer Bone buried in the soil, the blow would very likely smash or crack it. That was why they could only dig slowly with these little hoes.
For such a vast plain to be dug up bit by bit with little hoes, the sheer workload went without saying.
Not to mention that the people responsible for digging up the Necromancer Bone all had visibly poor physical constitutions.
"What's the matter with these people?"
Xie Liancheng asked with a frown.
The person in charge leading the way hurriedly began to explain...
"Reporting to you, Generals, these are all convicts serving sentences. Since