The Duel

A hundred Sea Mist Anomalies meant over a thousand points in two attributes, plus around a thousand days of Lifespan.

The rewards were so incredible, it was like counting money until your hands cramped.

Fang Yue could barely keep himself from grinning.

Good heavens, what kind of god-tier farming spot was this? It was unbelievably satisfying!

For Cloud-level powerhouses, who were a tier above Disaster-level Anomalies, even a huge number of them wouldn't make the rewards worth the effort.

And for Martial Artists of the same level, just resisting the mysterious mist on Cold River would take all they had. They probably wouldn't even manage to find the Sea Mist Anomalies' Main Bodies.

But none of that was a problem for Fang Yue.

Though he was the same level as the Sea Mist Anomalies, he was far stronger.

On top of that, these Sea Mist Anomalies seemed to have grown careless after throwing their weight around on Cold River for so long.

Old Helmsman had said that Sea Mist Anomalies used to lurk about a hundred meters from the Cold River Giant Ship. But in reality, they were floating densely packed right beneath the hull, with no sense of danger whatsoever.

That was why Fang Yue could so easily mow down the Sea Mist Anomaly horde like a harvester, reaping their lives in a frenzy.

"More! I need more Sea Mist Anomalies!"

Fang Yue's eyes lit up. He immediately carried the giant fan to another spot nearby.

The thick fog dispersed. Black Silk plunged into the water to spear fish, and he reaped the lives of more than seventy Sea Mist Anomalies in one go.

Following the hit-and-run approach, Fang Yue took his spoils and promptly moved to another spot to do the same.

Before long, he had cleared out