Roar! Roar! Roar!
The underground world, once bustling with figures of the past, is now silent except for the chilly winds blowing from an unknown direction. The dim cavern has turned eerily silent.
The current underground world can only be described as a field of corpses and a sea of blood. Everywhere lies bodies of the Scorpion Clan strewn haphazardly and filling up every tunnel and stone cave.
Xiao Chen disregarded these scenes, his figure flickering non-stop within the tunnels.
He was collecting the spoils of battle, weapons, armors, ores, medicinal materials; all were within his list of collection. Not for long, these items have piled up like a mountain.
Looking at the armor and weapons that were piled like a hill, Xiao Chen had a foolproof plan in mind to transport them away.
