Within the millions of corpses, the Nine Great Daoists were fighting fiercely, risking their lives, their eyes bloodshot, surrounded by the foul stench of blood and fallen corpse fragments, like a hell on earth.
At the center of the sweat-soaked struggle of the Nine Great Daoists, a green-clothed youth was walking as if on a leisurely spring outing.
He looked left and right, occasionally stopping to take out tools to collect samples of the battlefield's corpses or new materials like special ores, to enrich the Xianmen Library's database and lay the foundation for future Ancient Divine Domain material research.
This scene was somewhat discordant.
Obviously, everyone around was fighting desperately, yet he was strolling around like a carefree person, as if he was a child sneaking out to play, lacking the solemnity a battlefield should have.
Moreover, when the Nine Great Daoists began to push back, he frowned.
"Too fast."
