Tolstoy and his group from the Buenos Aires Galaxy were tossed into the passage like trash. The Zerg receded like a tide. Though all of them were unconscious, every demon beast in the surrounding area had already been wiped out by the Zerg. As long as the Zerg did not intend to kill them, they had nothing to worry about.
Constantine, Arlin, Jack, Kust, and Warwick—the five powerful warriors—rested with their teams for a full half day before setting out again. Every trap and demon beast along the way had been completely cleared by the Zerg. Walking along the empty Sheep-Gut Path felt like walking through desolate ruins... Since the Zerg were attacking on a massive scale, they deliberately slowed down instead. What was the rush? If they encountered Zerg resistance, should they help the Zerg or seize the resources?
Thus, by the time they emerged from the Sheep-Gut Path, it was already dawn on the third day.
Warwick looked at the silent Three Thousand Secret Passages around them. In the past, standing here, they could occasionally hear the roars of demon beasts coming from within the passage forks. But now, the surroundings were deathly still, so quiet that it made one uneasy. "It's hard to imagine... are we really strolling through the Taotie Domain, where danger lurks everywhere and the death rate is as high as fifty percent?"
Constantine took a deep breath. "That's right. If someone had told me before that I could stroll so leisurely through the Taotie Domain, I would've blown his head off!"
Warwick gave a bitter smile. "I'd crush his balls..."
Jack sneered. "There's no need for sentimentality. The more the Zerg gain, the more it benefits us..."
Constantine glanced at him. "Ye Luo hasn't agreed to your filthy arrangement yet..."
Kust snorted coldly.