Leading four million players, Ye Cang headed to the Demon North Continent. Before they approached the golden gate, they had not felt much, but the moment they truly stepped inside, the stench of blood and the rotten odor of death permeated every corner.
Zhao Fu passed through a system main city that had become ruins. Corpses lay everywhere, blood splattered all around, and not a trace of life remained. It exuded a gloomy, terrifying aura, having become a land of death.
Everything of value in the system main city had been looted. No matter what race invaded, it was always the same—kill everything, take everything. Even if something was useless, they would destroy it rather than leave it behind, because everyone understood that they could not strengthen their opponents. What mercy or morality could there be?
For example, demonic equipment was basically imbued with demonic qi. As a god clan, they naturally could not use it, because the god clan and demon clan were inherently opposing attributes.
Yet all the equipment on the corpses had still been stripped away by the god clan. They would probably rather throw it away or destroy it than leave anything for the demon clan. The demon clan did not care for these corpses either, though they possessed the ability to devour flesh and blood.
That ability was only useful on fresh flesh and blood. These bodies had been dead for days and had already begun to stink; they contained too much death qi and too many impurities, making them useless.
Zhao Fu secretly smiled, putting on the expression of a saintly mother—pitying, compassionate, and sorrowful—as he said, "We should not let our kin lie here like this, allowing their bodies to stink and rot while their souls find no peace. We must grant them