It's another ordinary day in the Cosmic Graveyard Fortress, several warriors have just returned from the Cosmic Graveyard, and the ordinary warriors who have just come back are either injured or embarrassed, but there is no trace of battle on their bodies.

"Itzma, it seems that your actions are going quite smoothly this time, how is it, how are the gains?" The captain of the other squad greeted him, and it seemed that the two should have known each other for a long time.

"Harvest a fart! We don't even see the hair of a high-ranking undead!" the warrior named Itzma didn't have a good look on his face.

"Isn't that a good thing?" asked the warrior in black armor, confused.

"A good thing, if it was before, it would be a good thing, you may not believe it, that treasure trove of Okaida has been emptied!" said this, and the scar on Izma's face twitched hideously.

"How is this possible!" The warrior in the black armor obviously didn't believe it, this Ao Kaida region was once a place similar to a concentration of technology and civilization in the two cosmic realms, and in this place, there were hundreds of thousands or even millions of treasure caves, not to mention large and small.

But in this area, there are hundreds of king-level undead alone, and even after hundreds of millions of years of exploration, at most one-third of them have been excavated, which is also one of the richest areas to discover treasures so far, and many powerful warrior teams will talk about this place as their primary target.

"What am I lying to you about?Normally, when we enter the outskirts of the Okaida region, we will be blocked by a large number of undead, and this time we will not encounter it unexpectedly, but this group of undead are all below the level of transcendental, and the number is less than one-tenth of the usual!"

Speaking of which, it was quite strange when they first arrived, could it be that they encountered a great migration of the undead that only happens once in billions of years?

Every once in a while, there will be a great migration of the undead in the cosmic graveyard, and at this time, many once dangerous areas become full of opportunities, but such a great migration is unavoidable.

"You go on!"

It didn't take long for us to rush into the Okaida area, but the area was already a mess, the ground was full of undead weapons below level 3, and all the treasure warehouses had been opened and the inside had been removed!

"You mean, someone cleared the entire region of the High Undead and then took all the treasure?"

"That's right, that's what it means!" Izma nodded.

Until now, he couldn't believe it, these were hundreds of king-level undead, and there was absolutely no team in this cosmic graveyard that had the ability to kill these undead, even if it was a demigod powerhouse, it would probably take a lot of effort.

But they hadn't heard of any demigods near this area recently.

At this time, some other whispers came from around, and it seemed that other warrior squads had encountered a similar situation.

"It's strange, why is there so many fewer undead in the Cosmic Graveyard during this time?"

"Yes, our team has just returned from the E9B4 area of Bugra, and it is really strange that we have encountered only a few thousand undead on the way, and we have hardly seen the Transcendent-level. ”

"Bugra E9B4, isn't that a place known as a warrior cemetery? How is it possible that there are nearly a thousand undead who wander above the transcendent level all year round?"

"It's strange to us too, not only that, we have successfully entered the core area, but the treasure trove has been emptied!"

"Wouldn't it? Isn't the guardian of that treasure house the undead dragon creature who has always been a king-level beast? I remember that a demigod powerhouse wanted to go to that treasure house to find something, and was even scratched by that beast, and almost became the first demigod to fall in the warrior cemetery!"

"Isn't it, I haven't seen any trace of the beast anyway, and I suspect it's been killed!"

......

Itzma and the black-armored warrior glanced at each other, as if this kind of thing was not just happening to them, as if something inexplicable had happened to the entire cosmic graveyard.

"Has anyone else entered the Cosmic Graveyard recently?" Izma shouted, "Please briefly describe the situation, I think someone may be cleaning up the entire Cosmic Graveyard!"

"Cleaning up the cosmic graveyard? This is impossible, right? Who has the ability? This entire cosmic graveyard adds up to at least tens of thousands of king-level undead and five or six demigod-level undead, even the Cosmic Federation wouldn't dare to do such a thing, right?"

"Answer my question first!" Itzma's face darkened, and he didn't have time to listen to the questions of the rubbish who couldn't see the situation clearly.

Itzma is also the captain of a very powerful martial arts team in this cosmic graveyard, and his prestige is also top-notch here, and most martial artists also give him face.

"We just came back from the Landrow region, and as you know, there are hundreds of transcendental-level undead guarding that place, but we didn't see any of them this time!"

"The same goes for the White Fikton area!"

"It's the same with the Similan area!"

......

Each of the warrior squads described the situation of the areas they went to, these areas are all relatively famous areas of the cosmic graveyard without exception, and under normal circumstances, there are a large number of undead above the transcendent level, and they also have a lot of relics!

"Sure enough, these people are also picking places to sweep, who is the person who has such a ability?" Itzma muttered to herself, under this situation, this cosmic graveyard will no longer deserve to be called this name in the future.

Although the undead below the transcendental are numerous and troublesome, their power is limited, and ordinary transcendents can wipe out a large group of them alone.

Although this is a good thing, it also means that the treasures of the cosmic graveyard are about to be swept away.

"By the way, we've found this thing!" a warrior pulled out a half-burned piece of yellow paper, as well as several special shells with runes engraved on them.

"We've collected this kind of stuff too!" another warrior took out something similar, "There are at least tens of thousands of these shells in that place, could it be that someone is killing the undead with this kind of garbage warrior?"

"No, this is not an ordinary bullet, the material of this bullet is very special, and these runes are quite high-level runes!" Itzma looked at a bullet, "I'm afraid these people are not small!"

"I've seen this thing!" At this moment, a warrior took the initiative to walk out, also holding an identical bullet in his hand!

This martial artist happened to be one of the martial artists who were watching around Fang Jueyu and them at the beginning, and he never dreamed that Fang Jueyu would harvest the high-level undead like wheat, it was simply a merciless massacre!

"I think this should have been done by the people of the Trench civilization!"

"Divine trench civilization again?" Hearing this name, everyone frowned, "You say, tell me everything you know!"

That warrior was just an ordinary transcendent, and he didn't dare to slip in front of a warrior like Itzma, so he described the scene he saw in 1510.

"The Ancient God Chariot, the Heroic Spirit, and the ability to destroy the undead across levels, what is he going to do?"

......

"Okay, almost!" Fang Jueyu put away the two machine guns in his hand, and then put away all the mutant god cores, Maha conveyed a message to Fang Jueyu, he had accumulated enough energy, and he was about to start breaking through!

"You're full!" In the past few years, Fang Jueyu and Ziman's team have swept through an unknown number of areas, and the king-level undead alone have killed tens of thousands of people, and there are countless others, so much energy can feed Maha, it seems that Maha, like himself, has reached the extreme of his body before trying to break through.

Ziman and the others have also finished cleaning the battlefield, and they don't need to do anything with Fang Jueyu during this time, as long as they are responsible for being salted fish and then collecting loot, such days are like living in a dream!

"Brother Lin, we're done packing, let's go to the next place ......"

"No need!" Now that Maha has absorbed enough energy, there is no need to slaughter the undead, "Now it's time to go to the final boss!"