For the current Caelan, even the smallest mosquito leg was still meat.
Besides, with the monsters densely packed across the battlefield, the effect of [Infinite Lightblade] had been pushed to its absolute limit. The ground was already littered with an enormous amount of loot.
And there was no way Caelan would let any of it go to waste.
While the simulated monsters slaughtered one another in chaotic frenzy, the true instigator—Caelan himself—was leisurely allowing his storage space to rapidly sweep up everything scattered across the ground.
At this point, the capacity of Caelan's storage space was so vast that it was practically impossible to fill.
So even the cheapest pieces of equipment were casually collected.
After all, the storage space had an automatic pickup function. It didn't require any effort on his part—at most, he just had to wait an extra two seconds.
In front of enough gold coins, what was two seconds?
