In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed.
Qin Shaofeng's group had never sent out another scrap of news, and rumors had begun circulating outside that they had already been slaughtered by those two hundred-plus ghosts.
As for those two hundred-plus ghosts, perhaps they had gained some benefit from Qin Shaofeng's group and gone into hiding.
There were far too many such claims, though the differences between them were not all that great.
Little did they know.
At this moment, Qin Shaofeng and his group were all brimming with vigor.
Ten days.
The talismans they had crafted had reached the terrifying number of ten thousand.
Qin Shaofeng had turned those ten thousand talismans into three Formation Disks, each containing a different formation and a different number of talismans.
Each Formation Disk could detonate a thousand talismans at once.
A thousand!
Just thinking about it made one's scalp tingle.
"We've already wasted quite a bit of time. It's about time we continued looking around."
Qin Shaofeng spoke as he woke from a satisfying sleep and stretched.
They only had three months to spend in the Infinite Battlefield.
More than two months had already passed.
There were only around twenty-three days left, and they still needed to reserve several days to go to the fortress and exchange for Ghost Walking Sacred Crystals.
Qin Shaofeng had wanted to make more talismans.
But after calculating the time, he decided to wait until they had used up most of what they had first.
Everyone understood his plan well.
The Three-pronged Saint King was the first to leave the cave, directly taking on a physical form.
But just as Qin Shaofeng and the others stepped out of the cave, a smiling voice rang out from deep within the mountain range.
"I never expected that,