At the same time, in an unknown place, a vague consciousness seemed stuck, as if countless question marks appeared.
From a rational perception point of view, the presence of at least dozens, hundreds, or even increasingly more Ninth Grade beings had vanished.
Normally, an anomaly should have appeared.
But on the other hand, it didn't seem to perceive their death.
So, the state of being alive or dead is unknowable, does this count as perishment or not?
For a moment, this consciousness was a bit confused, nearly crashing.
After an infinitesimal pause, it finally gave up thinking, pretending that nothing happened, and was not prepared to ponder further on it.
At the same moment, Lin Ping'an split his consciousness, continuously harvesting the last remnants of value from the Ninth Grade Beast Kings within his Little World.
Ten minutes later.
