Just Consider It Interest

After the group had left completely, Zhao Han emerged from his space.

"Go on. The more of you who go, the easier it'll be for me to take everything."

"Consider it compensation for the mental anguish and the trouble you caused me."

With a cold laugh, Zhao Han ignored the effects of the Dead Stone and hurried back to the bottom of the mine pit.

There were far fewer dwarves at the bottom now. Only eleven remained on guard, and just one of them was in the Divine Domain Realm.

There were also countless miners sleeping inside the corrugated-iron containers, their exposure to the Dead Stone's effects having been eliminated.

Zhao Han had no idea what the miners had eaten, or what restrictions had been placed on them, but they were sleeping more soundly than pigs.

The iron boxes were still inside the corrugated-iron containers, hidden behind piles of iron sheets.

The dwarves thought they had covered their tracks perfectly, and that no one knew the Dead Stones were hidden at the very back of the containers.

They had no idea they'd been exposed long ago. Zhao Han had spotted them as soon as he arrived.

"Eleven in total, including one in the Divine Domain Realm. What a pain!"

Zhao Han glanced around and considered the situation. In the end, he decided to use a diversion.

As for the ten Spirit Condensing Realm overseers, he'd kill as many as came his way—and he'd kill them instantly.

Sixty-three apertures was the dwarves' limit. He guessed that dwarves who had undergone Marrow Cleansing at thirty-six apertures were a dime a dozen.

At that level, undergoing Marrow Cleansing couldn't exactly be called hopeless—but they still had a long way to go.

Even if they quickly reached the Divine Domain Realm, a poor Marrow