The two locations were already very close.
After traveling for only the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Qin Shaofeng saw the scene in the distance.
Although the Pure Dust Flower was not particularly high-grade medicinal herb, the conditions required for its growth meant that even more Ghost Corpse Slaves were trapped nearby.
There were a full nine of them.
And this open area was not merely a hundred meters in diameter.
It stretched for at least a thousand meters.
Looking from afar, Qin Shaofeng saw more than a dozen people surrounding the area, repeatedly taking out iron throwing darts and similar hidden weapons and hurling them at the Pure Dust Flower.
If there had been even slightly fewer Ghost Corpse Slaves, they would probably have succeeded long ago.
Yet the existence of those nine Ghost Corpse Slaves perfectly protected the Pure Dust Flower.
"This is the first time I've felt that having these Ghost Corpse Slaves around doesn't seem like such a bad thing for us!" Zi Wencheng could not help saying.
"It was never a bad thing."
A sly smile appeared at the corner of Qin Shaofeng's lips.
With that sly smile, he said again, "Wait here. I'll go slaughter those pieces of trash first."
As soon as he finished speaking, he attacked.
Qin Shaofeng's figure seemed to transform into ghostly shadows.
After what he had learned from Liu Tongxing, he had no intention of wasting words on these people.
He charged out at high speed.
In only an instant, the blade in his hand had reached those dozen or so people.
"Who is it?"
"A ghost?"
"Ghost my ass! It's that Qin Shaofeng!"
"Attack! Kill him!"
The group immediately shouted.
In their eyes, Qin Shaofeng's combat power was nothing remarkable.
Though his ghostlike movement