The Withered Bone Thunder Elephant's partial skeleton is already exposed, but in its clash with these mud monsters, more flesh is rotting away, with traces on the corpse resembling marks from Nether Fire burning.
Qin Jin absorbs everything he sees.
Not far from this battlefield, overlooking from a height, on the ground, there are dried blood-red marks, occupying a wide area, forming a pattern, completely dimmed, resembling some kind of deactivated ritual array, with backpacks even placed not far away.
The materials for the ritual construction seem to have been extracted from it.
"These three guys."
In an instant, Qin Jin's mind conjured up abundant information.
"The three are part of a team involved in the Chosen One event!"
"Is the divine spirit invading the Mining Star attracted by them?"
"Not the Crown Sect?"
Qin Jin's initial imagined enemy was indeed the Crown Sect.
After all, Ding Que's performance made it hard not to be suspicious.
