The desolate and remote cluster of unfinished buildings is not a good place to visit.

The empty buildings, without any decoration, appear transparent under the moonlight, like pigeon cages, displaying an eerie atmosphere under the night.

In the barren construction site surrounded by the unfinished buildings, a fierce battlefield has been formed, with the surrounding air becoming incredibly gloomy. At the various entrances and exits of the building cluster, the air becomes thick and substantial, like a murky sludge.

A dense mass of darkness...

It resembles a pitch-black sea, and no one knows how many monsters are lurking beneath that darkness.

They emerge like tides from the dark shadows, as if connected to another world in an unseen dimension, or perhaps they have always densely populated this world, only now crossing a certain boundary to reveal themselves.

Now visible, they connect with the material world and can interact with it...

Thus—they can be killed.

A gigantic laser-like beam flashes, and as it sweeps across, the dense tide collapses, like waves smashing the evil spirits. The speed of their arrival is matched by the speed of their annihilation. The speed at which they refresh directly determines someone's efficiency in hunting monsters.

They are mostly monsters with no intelligence or spirituality, foolish and murky. Comprised of massive, chaotic negative emotions, they naturally inherit the essence of these emotions, acting senselessly and without pattern—

Like rage, greed, and resentment... all devoid of rational existence.

Naturally, they are endless in number, especially when their numbers swell. As a powerful rabble, they know not what fear is, seeing only what they consider delicious "food," wishing to devour it whole, skin and all.

They even fight among themselves for the food before them, some severely injuring or killing each other before the sword light of Ninety-nine Weapons even strikes them...

Thus, it's unrealistic to expect them to possess any wisdom or rationality.

Because of this, no matter how Gu Mo wields the Snake Sword to slay them, these numerous converging evil spirits continue to surge in waves, their numbers showing no sign of diminishing, instead ever increasing.

Of course, this is a good thing...

Gu Mo thought, at least as long as he could sustain the great consumption. The more that came, the more efficient his rapid grinding became. Although he couldn't see the display of the attribute panel, he felt that the experience progress bar of his Life Level was slowly and steadily growing.

Bit by bit, but increasing every second.

This notion washed away the boredom from repetitive and monotonous labor, making him rapidly revitalized.

He always felt that at any moment, pleasant background noise might chime in his ear, possibly in the next second, with a system notification that his experience was full and he could level up... How could this not fill him with motivation! While it was tedious, the enemies before him were all experience bundles!

As long as he could see positive feedback, there was no problem. Isn't it just about grinding? It's not that big of a deal, and his whole body was ready for it... Gu Mo had no aversion to it and could proudly declare he actually enjoyed this level of grinding.

The addictive aspect of gaming lies in this: knowing the progress of leveling up, seeing tangible returns from one's efforts... Many people lie flat because they can't get positive feedback, can't see a progress bar, or even know if their efforts will yield rewards.

No matter how hard they try, it feels like a clay ox sinking into the sea with no signs. Massive time and energy invested could lead to nothing, which isn't uncommon, leading many to lack the drive to strive forward.

At this moment, Gu Mo, receiving sure positive feedback through the system, was energetic.

With one hand wielding the Ninety-nine Weapons and the other hand merging with the Guardian Spirit, he became balanced in offense and defense.

Without needing to specifically defend, he gave his all to grind the monsters. Even with high speed and efficiency, the rapid elimination couldn't keep up with the attack of the evil spirits, all because of the Yellow Springs jar he guarded behind him. This time, it wasn't pouring out directly to form the Mortal World, just merely lifting the lid.

——The "Yellow Springs" within was slowly evaporating, yet the effect remained the same.

To the evil spirits, they had long formed an instinct to swarm upon sensing the breath of Yellow Springs Country. Every time a portal opened, the undead gathered, so they had learned over time that the presence of the Yellow Springs' breath meant a buffet was open.

This was enough.

Presently, neither the Wind Acupoint was opened nor had a portal to the World of the Dead appeared in the Human World, yet the undead were still drawn, as were the evil spirits, driven only by instinct to come in droves, ready for a feast... and thus became Gu Mo's grand feast.

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