In the abandoned village, monstrous creatures emerged one by one from the shadows. They were the evil spirits that lurked in this place, their twisted bodies and heads chilling to the bone.
Their number was ridiculously high, with Li Changhe already spotting no fewer than a hundred worm-faced monsters. Moreover, more of them were crawling out of every corner of the village. Some were even close to ten meters in size.
"To court disaster with the Big Iron Pestle in order to obtain the King's Medal?" Wuji marveled as he watched the worm-faced monsters wander out from the ruins of the village, "With so many monsters, there should be a few medals at least. Impressive, General. I didn't expect this could be a way to exploit bad luck."