The Evil Qi from the Blood Tiger Saber gradually receded, and the pain in his body slowly registered.
Bai Yuan felt as if his entire body had been disassembled and pieced back together. Fiery pain caused large beads of sweat to pop out on his face.
Fortunately, none of the injuries were serious.
After all, he had only suffered a few wounds, while his opponents had lost their lives.
A single Bone Forger Martial Master killing ten Soul-Grabbing Little Ghosts from the Soul-Chasing Tower and one Yijin Martial Master—if word of such a feat got out, it would be jaw-dropping.
It was simply too ruthless!
However, the spoils of this battle were extremely plentiful. Setting aside whatever treasures Elder Wu might have had, the 417 enhancement points alone were a massive windfall.
It was a pity such opportunities didn't come often.
'The evil path speedrunner's playstyle really is the fastest,' he thought.
Bai Yuan walked over to Elder Wu's body, bent down, and began to loot it.
