A drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
"So fast..."
He had only one thought in his mind.
When he regained consciousness, he felt his vision swirling, watching his headless corpse finally falling into eternal darkness.
Lin Chen shook his arm, flinging off the blood stains from the Treasure Blade.
"The posture was quite good, but unfortunately, just an ornamental spearhead..."
Lin Chen commented briefly, then began clearing the spoils of war.
There were altogether thirty some Storage Bags, which contained a lot of Magical Treasures, Spirit Stones, and Pills.
This group of Demon Cultivators were not as impoverished as Loose Cultivators; their wealth was quite substantial.
The total value was no less than two hundred thousand Spirit Stones, which was no small fortune for Lin Chen.
But what intrigued Lin Chen the most were the contents of the Storage Bag from the Fake Pill Cultivator.
