"Starry Sky Sacred Hall!"
"How did people from that damned place end up here?"
"Damn it, damn it!"
They had already been in the right side of the rear garden for nearly ten days.
Having learned that Qin Shaofeng and the others had arrived in the side hall on the other end of the garden, the undead, unwilling to make the first move and let Qin Shaofeng's group reap the fisherman's profit, immediately roared in fury.
Although Qin Shaofeng and the others' strength was still beneath the undead's notice,
the garden ahead gave the undead a feeling of immense danger.
Even with Du Sheng, a terrifying existence capable of wielding the combat strength of a Primordial Chaos True Monarch, at his side, he did not want to take risks lightly.
Not to mention that the gate at the end of the garden clearly could not be opened so casually.
No matter what, he had never expected it.
For various reasons, he had chosen to wait quietly for Qin Shaofeng and the others to lose patience, only to end up waiting for a group of uninvited guests instead.
This was a small world, all right?
Wasn't it agreed that Starry Sky experts were not allowed to interfere with the worlds of small worlds at will?
Just as they were about to obtain the greatest benefit in the Northern Wasteland,
why had a group led by three terrifying peak Primordial Chaos True Monarchs, along with more than a dozen late-stage Primordial Chaos True Monarch experts, come here?
The undead truly felt like coughing up blood.
Qin Shaofeng was indeed troublesome, but he had never placed him in his eyes.
If not for this group of outsiders,
there was no need to even think about it—the benefits here would surely belong to him,