Beneath this swarm of Gold-Eating Insects lay densely packed corpses.
There were Human Clan martial artists, Feather Clan prodigies with wings on their backs, Sea Clan experts clad in scales, and Flame Clan cultivators wreathed in fire.
The corpses were piled like mountains, their blood flowing through the mine and gathering into a massive Blood River.
An overpowering, nauseating stench of blood filled the air, mingling with the mine's originally stifling atmosphere and creating a suffocating aura of terror.
At that moment, the four to five thousand Gold-Eating Insects all turned around and flew toward the two of them, completely surrounding them.
Bloodthirsty light flickered within their scarlet compound eyes as they emitted shrill, piercing buzzes.
When Jun Qingyu saw this, her clear eyes filled with terror.
Four or five thousand Great Grandmaster Level Gold-Eating Insects! What were they supposed to do?
Her gaze involuntarily turned toward Qin Yan, but the next moment, she froze.
Because there was no fear or worry in Qin Yan's eyes at that moment—only an undisguised fervor.
That was right. As Qin Yan looked at the four to five thousand Gold-Eating Insects around him, all he felt was delight.
These were a full four or five thousand chunks of Eighth-Grade Ore!
If Mo Yuan devoured them all, its markings might be pushed past twenty-five thousand in one go.
A Mo Yuan with twenty-five thousand markings would possess strength comparable to a Peak-Stage Grandmaster.
And not an ordinary Peak-Stage Grandmaster, either, but one comparable to the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens of super factions!
Qin Yan was excited.
Mo Yuan was excited as well.
Man and spear alike were thrilled.
Only the weak, helpless Jun Qingyu was left at a complete loss.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
The Gold-Eating Insects charged at the two of them.
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