Masses of Lamp Tree Crystals hung up high, dispersing the mist. Metallic piles loomed like mountains, some stored in warehouses, while others were already placed in the open space.
Compared to the ample steel materials, it was the pale-faced men and women on the ground who drew even more attention.
They were thin, their faces pale, some holding weapons, their gazes coldly fixated on the others.
The other group, the largest in number, each had their hands chained, engaged in labor.
Some were farming, others polishing and processing metal, their expressions numb, but under threat, they had no choice but to work.
"Brother Cang."
Those around Zhou Yingcang immediately greeted him loudly, but Zhou Yingcang did not respond much and strode into the largest warehouse of the transfer center.
"Next, let the Blood Curse Insects out obediently, and then mark your contributions. Bleeding now gives you a chance to grow stronger, don't take it for granted."
