One million souls.
Two million souls.
Three million souls.
Five million souls.
...
'I'm finally getting a taste of what it's like to be rich, but I can also tell this Thousand Army Ant Mountain is gradually running dry.'
The newly spawned Black Ants were becoming more and more sparse.
'I used to be able to farm over a hundred thousand souls in thirty seconds, but now it takes a whole minute just to get fifty thousand.'
'Five million souls... it feels like it's nowhere near enough.'
'I'll use it all up after just thirty-three Spirit Bursts, each costing 150,000 souls.'
'I should at least farm a hundred million to start.'
'But...'
'I get the feeling that the Demon Tide in this space is really about to be drained dry.'
'If this keeps up, will it even be able to produce any more Black Ants?' Lu Cang wondered.
Lu Cang looked toward the Ant Mountain.
