The surroundings now truly resembled hell itself.
As far as the eye could see,
there was an endless expanse of mangled flesh and pools of blood, as well as a carpet of flowers from the other shore covering the entire ground.
The whole scene looked like a lot of rose petals had been sprinkled over a slab of unbled minced meat.
All these were the corpses of players from the God Race.
At this moment, the corpses of these players from the God Race were gradually turning into white light, melting into the ground and vanishing, which saved quite a bit of trouble; otherwise, with so many bodies lying around for Yancheng to clean up, it would have been virtually impossible to deal with them all.
The term "littered with corpses" no longer seemed merely a hyperbolic idiom, but had become a reality.
But if all these corpses had been left unattended, the resulting plague would have spread, and the players in Yancheng wouldn't have survived much longer either.