In the Second Cave, the buildings directly in front of the White Bone Dao Palace had vanished, completely razed to the ground.
Yang Ling stared blankly at the scene before him, searching everywhere in a daze for intact Quenching Gold Armor Piercing Flying Daggers.
One, two, three...
The others followed him over. Seeing this, they could not help feeling a quiet sorrow.
"Each Quenching Gold Armor Piercing Flying Dagger costs 2,000 taels to make."
Wu Xiaochen muttered, "That's equivalent to four million in the real world."
Everyone's hearts trembled.
Ten would be forty million, and a hundred would be four hundred million.
From what they had just seen, Yang Ling had definitely thrown more than a hundred flying daggers.
"A thousand would be four billion. If it was several thousand... hiss-"
They swallowed and exchanged looks, not daring to think any further.
This battle might well have cost over ten billion!
"All of you should head out. You have a month to cultivate now. Don't waste it."
Yang Ling's voice drifted over.
They exchanged glances and silently left.
They felt they needed to give Yang Ling some space and time to come to terms with his losses.
Each of them could not help feeling a little more guilty.
"If we'd been able to help during this mission, Brother Yang wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses..."
Jiang Tian'ai spoke without thinking.
Everyone's hearts trembled. None of them dared respond to that.
Their hearts were bleeding too.
"I hope Boss can get through this."
Qin Mo glanced back and happened to see Yang Ling crouching on the ground, searching through the rubble for Quenching Gold Armor Piercing Flying Daggers, his eyes bloodshot.
"He cried?! Mm... I'd cry too. That's normal... I have to take this to my grave. I can't let Boss