The trash rain in the sky finally stopped, and those scavengers who had been waiting grabbed their weapons and containers, rushing toward the landfill. This time, there were no Appraisers to inspect, no Managers to scavenge ahead, and of course, no doors opened.
Forcefully prying open the not-so-large entrance, thousands of people streamed into the landfill from eight directions.
Facing a landfill the size of a large community, a thousand people really wasn't a lot. They had just entered, and people had already completely dispersed.
Feng Xue's eyes swept around, and all he could see were various elements. At this moment, it felt like he had entered Scrooge's gold vault—the overwhelming presence of gold everywhere made the treasure hunting game, where he had to compete against time and search meticulously, seem utterly unworthy by comparison.
