Holding the Alloy Tactical Crossbow in hand, Lin Yue simultaneously touched the M19 Pistol, slowly approaching the place where the Eagle-winged insects and Lizardmen had been fighting over bodies.
Here, there was nothing left.
It seemed as if the spectacular scene from earlier was nothing but an illusion.
Thousands of ugly Eagle-winged insects, Lizardmen emerging from underground holes, they once competed fiercely over nearly two hundred corpses in this desert, but now there's not a single shadow in sight.
Lin Yue raised his eyes and scanned the surroundings.
The ground was littered like trash with feathers, innumerable bloodstains, and tattered cloth that must have fallen from someone's body.
There wasn't even a trace of evidence that those corpses ever existed.
Having wiped out nearly two hundred people, yet only acquiring 12 cubic meters of Storage Space, Lin Yue's heart couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration.
