Qin Shaofeng watched the numbers on his character interface change, nearly coughing up a mouthful of blood.
In just one month, simply clearing out the Sea Race in various places had already raised his cultivation to the Heavenly Dao Realm Fourth-tier.
Before today's battle, his Seven Colors Value had also been over 3.4 million.
So after this entire "war," he had only gained less than 1.4 million Seven Colors Value?
What the hell was this?
Annoyed as he was,
he still understood exactly how things had developed.
In this war,
nearly all the Sea Race members had been low-level. The nearly 1.4 million Seven Colors Value had only come after everyone followed their familiar rhythm of capturing the wounded.
Otherwise, he probably would have struggled to gain even one million.
"What a bunch of paupers. I really don't know why the Sea Race sent such a group of people here to cause trouble." Qin Shaofeng sighed and shook his head helplessly.
His muttering immediately made Zhan Cangkong and Long Tianyin laugh aloud.
The two of them had indeed come along with Qin Shaofeng.
Yet they had both volunteered to do so.
After all, following at Qin Shaofeng's side offered far greater opportunities than cultivating on their own.
That was already beyond dispute.
But once the war truly began, they would hide at the first opportunity.
They did not possess Qin Shaofeng's terrifying combat power.
Perhaps it was because they were of the same generation.
Or perhaps it was because their relationship had always been rather good, but they were instead able to speak more freely around one another.
"Could this Sea Race force have come from an Underwater Rift somewhere?" Zhan Zu'er suddenly asked.
Qin Shaofeng frowned in thought.
The more he considered it, the more likely it seemed. He