Legion of the Deads

Qin Feng continued to move toward the rift. More and more beasts came across his path. Their tiers ranged from C5 to C9.

The ranking might have meanings to other people, but to Qin Feng, they were all equal. Equally squishable.

Because he was an emperor.

Even a beast that ranked seven tiers higher than him would not be his match.

After traveling for a day, Qin Feng had only reached half the distance.

The number of monsters that got past Qin Feng became larger and larger too. The defenders at the border were facing immense pressure.

Nonetheless, none of the aptitude users at the wall was seen complaining. They knew as compared to them, Qin Feng was experiencing ten times the danger and pressure. The beast horde had occurred too suddenly this time around. Almost the entire Far Woodland had been conquered by the never-ending beast waves coming through the rift.

"This is bad! It's getting dark soon!"