"Let's go, the Sword Sect's people have already ventured deep inside. If we're too late, I'm afraid the good stuff will all be taken by them," Mo Wangchen looked at Huang Ting and then revealed a slight smile as he spoke.
Huang Ting nodded, stood up from the ground, and then she left the place with Mo Wangchen.
The deeper they went, the more Mo Wangchen and his companions discovered numerous signs of battle along the way, and from time to time, they could see some corpses.
Those were the various geniuses who had entered the ruins this time. Tempted by treasures, no one could remain indifferent, but opportunities often came with many dangers. If one's strength wasn't enough, they could only fall here forever.
Mo Wangchen felt no sympathy for those who had died; after all, it was their own choice. He just felt somewhat emotional, recalling his past life before he had become an Alchemist, when he had seemed as insignificant as these people.