Starting in the small towns, they slowly weakened the foundation, and the progress was fairly smooth.
Fortunately, Yu Ziqing always found the filth bucket quite useful, especially when breaking through formations, it was particularly handy, and there was always plenty in stock.
Moreover, it could be reused, as long as it was retrieved quickly, the loss was not too severe.
Otherwise, it would be hard to sustain the consumption.
Yu Ziqing took charge of the killing without caring about burying, focusing only on destruction, and someone else would clean up the mess afterward.
A large city had yet to be visited, and the land that Yu Ziqing had been carrying along finally lay flat.
Even if he held onto fantasies, he knew with evil gods everywhere and such chaos, it was not just the lower levels that had problems.
Yu Ziqing no longer mocked the land; there was no need for it.
Such a drastic change in psychology was never easy to bear.
