The land, once blackened by the corrosion of Abyssal Energy, was now covered in the corpses and bones of Demons. Dark green blood flowed on the ground, mingling with the blood of the Ascenders. The air was thick with the stench of blood and rot, but more than that, it smelled of victory.
Qin Feng stood on a high platform of bones, looking down at the camp below. The Divine Power around him gradually receded, and the divine phantom at his back faded away.
The Fire of Faith within him had reached its absolute peak. He was just one step away from breaking through the bottleneck of Level 15, but he wasn't in a hurry to advance. Instead, he turned to look at the Ascenders gathering around him, a sense of satisfaction in his eyes.
'Just as I thought.'
'Those cowards hiding in Silver Moon City, afraid to die, are so boring.'
'These Ascenders, willing to step out of their "comfort zones" and bet their own lives in pursuit of a greater horizon, are much more sensible.'
