"Ding ding dang dang— ding ding dang dang—"
Right after the corpses finished falling, a pile of metal-clanging sounds rang out. Broken swords, broken knives and such all started dropping down, and they were all just falling straight down.
"It's raining blades now." Lazy God watched the weapons falling and spoke helplessly. They were fighting up there, and down here they were the ones getting affected. This was completely turning them into scrap collectors.
Ling Tianyu just watched. As long as they kept fighting, stuff would keep falling—whether corpses or weapons. He figured next would definitely be Demon Beast corpses dropping down.
Sure enough, a large number of Demon Beast corpses started falling, and there was still hail and snow coming down. The interface below had completely turned into a dump site.
Ling Tianyu just watched.
They had to finish fighting at some point; they couldn't keep dumping things down forever.
