On the Grassland, the wave of Centipedes surged forth endlessly. Although less fierce than before, the sheer number still made one's scalp tingle.
If any Cultivators had appeared on this Grassland, their hopes of surviving would have been slim.
Even ants, in great enough numbers, can kill an elephant.
However, facing such a wave of Centipedes, both the Players from the Profound Yellow Sect and the Disciples of the Great Dream Immortal Sect brought forth their full strength.
Countless Centipedes died, and the numbers on everyone's Tokens continuously increased.
Even Old Mo, a Melee Player, unleashed his combat power upon bursting into the Centipede Swarm, with each punch killing a large swath of them.
Alongside his efforts, the lowest scores on the Tokens now displayed at least five digits.
"Awesome! To think these Demonic Creatures would finally have a day like this!"
