The panda wielded a golden sword, slashed down the headless horseman who rushed towards him with a sword, and then stepped on the chest of the monster that had no head but was still struggling, and raised the sword upside down with both hands, aimed it at its heart, and stabbed it fiercely.

The inside of the monster's black smoke neck let out a terrifying scream. The scream was so terrible that it scared the dead to their feet.

But the panda was unmoved, and the divine power turned into flames, flowing into the monster's body along the long sword.

The monster struggled desperately, screaming constantly, but to no avail. Eventually, it fell silent, and golden flames erupted from all over its body, burning its body to ashes, leaving only a few fragments of armor scattered among the ashes.

The panda then drew his sword, stood up, and looked around calmly.

The other traversers are still fighting, but everyone has basically gained the upper hand, and victory is only a matter of time.

Since the situation was very good, he naturally wouldn't rob others of their experience points, so he casually put his sword back into its sheath and checked the altar not far away.

They just triggered the mechanism when they were investigating this altar, and then a lot of monsters came out of nowhere. These monsters are mainly necromancy, but there are also some others. They all look very irritable, with no intention of negotiating at all, just like a posture of "kill you first and then listen to your explanation".

So they were killed.

The traversers are not those weak countries, and these monsters are not world hegemons, if they want to bully people, they should at least weigh their own weight.

Obviously, the monsters weren't enough, and they were—far from it.

After a while, the battle was over, and the traversers crossed the sea to show their powers, killing these messy monsters without leaving a piece of armor.

"Brother Redhand, clean up the battlefield!"

"Play your invincible luck and find a bunch of good things!"

In the face of everyone's ridicule, Pratt smiled: "No matter how good your luck is, there is a limit, these guys are forced to look like this, what can you expect to find out?"

As he spoke, he walked past the remains of one monster after another, collecting them one by one.

Most of these monster wrecks are really in tatters, and in the face of the corpses of necromantic monsters, even the most nervous people don't want to carefully study how much valuable things they can dismantle - skeletons may be better, and some people are willing to dismantle them, but something else...... I really can't do it, I can't do it.

So Pratt just collected them one by one, and although he knew it would be wasteful, if he had to dismantle the corpses by hand—who said that? Stand up!

"Necromantic Skull...... Rotten street stuff. ”

"Bones of Resentment...... Lying in a groove, this is not a Fat dog!"

"Pure black ashes...... Is it really 'Fat's Day'? How can something look so similar to a Fat-dog?"

"It's finally a little different, stiff claws. It's rubbish!"

"Ahh......h It's a good material, and in sufficient quantities, you can use it to craft cursed weapons. ”

As he spoke, he walked over to the corpse of the headless horseman who had been killed by the panda, and after just one look, he shook his head: "Panda, you are too clean! I know that the necromantic monster killed by the priest must not be able to find anything decent......"

But he threw a gathering command at the pile of tattered armor and the ashes inside.

Then, he was stunned.

"What's wrong?"

"Is there anything good?"

Seeing him like this, the traversers asked curiously.

"Damn! Big trough! Huge trough! I actually touched the 'fragment of the heroic soul'!" Prett cried out, "This is simply amazing!

Everyone also exclaimed - the "Fragment of the Heroic Soul" is almost the highest level of necromantic drop materials, it is equivalent to a part of the soul of the strong, and can be used to craft equipment with special skills. Moreover, this kind of thing is also the material of the highest level of artificial souls, with it as the core, adding soul dust and other auxiliary materials, you can create a "heroic soul".

The level of the Heroic Soul may not be very high, but the intelligence is extremely high, and the growth is very good. This kind of artificial soul can be easily cultivated into a powerful and useful assistant, and when it first started playing games, it was always in short supply.

Now that the game has become a reality, although there are no large numbers of consumers who want to make all kinds of things out of Heroic Souls, there are no more large numbers of suppliers of monster farming materials everywhere. After several years, it is the first time that everyone has seen the "fragment of the heroic soul".

Only touched this one thing, and they didn't run in vain this trip!

Moreover, there is a big "treasure chest" waiting for them to open!

After tidying up the battlefield, the crowd gathered in front of the altar.

The altar is made of white stone, with many black, crimson, and reddish traces on it. These are the traces left by blood sacrifices again and again, and I don't know how many innocent victims died tragically here, so they have left indelible marks on the stones.

Everyone said a few words, sighed for a while, and began to arrange the magic circle around the altar.

They are no longer adventurous junior brothers, they have also been wandering in this "mad god world" for a long time, and they know the routines of this world - for example, this altar, at first glance, it seems to be just an ordinary altar, but if you are not prepared, it is likely that as soon as the altar is destroyed, even if you see it, a monster will make people lose their sanity value and launch a sneak attack on everyone.

Therefore, it is necessary to arrange the magic array in advance.

After everything is ready, it is the panda who is responsible for opening the monster. He picked up a sledgehammer made of prayer iron mixed with mythril and slammed it down on the altar.

With a muffled sound, the altar shattered, and countless black gases emerged from the cracks, as if there was a monster with countless tentacles that was about to crawl out from under the altar.

But the traversers had no intention of letting it come out smoothly, and one by one they displayed powerful skills and smashed it hard.

In just a second or two, the altar was completely shattered. There was a strange head pressed down underneath, which looked like a human, but the jaw was made up of many tentacles, although it seemed to be completely dry, like a mummy, but it was quickly rejuvenated under the gaze of everyone, and slowly became full, as if it was about to be resurrected.

But it was destined to be resurrected, and the traversers mercilessly gathered another wave of fire, directly killing it.

When the strange head was reduced to ashes in the flame, and then the ashes were doused with Alfienne's special "decontamination holy water", the light mist that had covered the surrounding area finally completely dissipated, and the bright sunlight fell into the ruins of what was once a "fireworks village".

"Do you think it...... The sun seems to be getting brighter day by day?" someone said, looking at the sky.

Everyone looked at the sky and nodded.

No matter how you look at it, it's a good sign and satisfying.