Tens of millions of ferocious beasts—a quantity already sufficient to annihilate Antarctica—were wiped out cleanly by Lin Chuan in a mere five days. These beasts were just like those evil spirits Lin Chuan encountered when passing through the Bridge of Helplessness.
Knowing full well they would die upon charging up, they still threw themselves forward like moths to a flame. Although Lin Chuan was unsure whether any more such beasts remained here, he felt that even if there were, their number would not exceed the ones he had already killed.
"This can also be considered a stroke of fortune," Lin Chuan muttered, taking a deep breath.
Chapter 1017