Outside the new city, numerous Chosen Teams wielding Divine Weapons swiftly slaughtered Middle-Low Tier Exotic Beasts.
"Die, die, die!"
"Just rubble, not even a thousandth!"
"I really didn't expect it! We're dying from lack of Merit Points, yet Lin Ping'an can offer a bounty of ten billion, it's just too exaggerated!"
"Exactly! Suddenly it seems being a Civilization Master is awesome! Casually creating some Cultivation Techniques earns freedom in Merit Points."
"If I had the brains, I'd want to be a Civilization Master too!"
"People comparing themselves is infuriating, such cunning maneuvers are absolutely unimaginable."
"I wonder how many Merit Points Lin Ping'an actually has. Does he throw away resources after exchanging them? Terrifying indeed!"
Elsewhere, in safer areas, countless Martial Artist Teams are equally at work.
Hunting Exotic Beasts, dragging their corpses to the logistics department for registration and submission, settling Merit Points on site...
