The gaunt cultivator's face showed a trace of cruel satisfaction.
He began to skillfully clean the battlefield, collecting the opponent's storage bag and the azure flying shuttle spirit treasure. His movements were fluid and natural, clearly indicating that he was no stranger to the act of killing and looting.
"Friend, you certainly have remarkable skills."
A calm voice suddenly echoed in the field.
The gaunt cultivator's body stiffened.
The next moment, he summoned several spirit treasures with gleaming orange light to protect his true body, quickly distancing himself, his expression mixed with suspicion and caution as he looked toward the source of the voice.
There, not far away, stood a cultivator in a green robe, his appearance ordinary and his aura concealed. The gaunt cultivator had no idea when he had arrived.
This set off alarm bells in his heart, putting him on high alert.
