But...
Splurt! Splurt!
A cold gleam flashed across You Wudang's neck. Chu Ming's two Tier Six Primordial Artifacts pierced through flesh and bone, bringing up a head full of unwillingness.
At the moment of his death, the black banner that had expanded to the limit, seemingly ready to burst at any moment, rapidly contracted, instantly reverting to its original size.
The corpse fell, and so did the Nether Witch Banner.
Where it fell, a black-robed youth happened to catch it.
Chu Ming landed on the mountain top, acquiring two Storage Space Treasures.
Sitting down on the spot, cross-legged on a rocky ledge, he began inspecting the spoils of war.
Primordial Artifact... Materials... Elixirs... Cultivation Technique... Primordial Technique...
The Horde Lords of two Nether Witch Hordes from Nine Hordes Kingdom, worthy of their riches.
Not to mention the two Storage Space Treasures, each exceeding thirty feet in size, filled with treasures no lower than Tier Five.
