Interspatial Ring

*BOOM*

Watching from a distance, Magnus started sweating nervously.

"Shit! I underestimated that explosion!" Magnus knew that if he hadn't moved back a little more just in case, he would've been severely injured. Even though he could take on Early Stage Nascent Soul enemies, it was only when their cultivation was being compared, not their bodies. He wasn't a fool to think he could actually withstand that explosion with his body, so that's why he had made the extra precautions.

"Phew! That explosion could've ruined this handsome face." Magnus quickly conjured a mirror to reassure himself that he was still handsome as ever. Waving the mirror away, Magnus turned to leave, but when he was about to, he saw a glint from his peripheral vision.

"Oh? What could it be?" Flying to the glint, Magnus finally identified the object. It was actually an interspatial ring!

"A Sect Elder actually had an interspatial ring?!?" Magnus looked at the ring in disbelief. He knew that only the Sect Master and the Grand Elder had their own Interspatial Ring, hence his surprise.

"I'll check it out later. This is no time to check out what the ring contains." He knew that opening it was dangerous right now, as he could get sneak attacked at any moment. Wearing the ring on his left index finger, he looked at the ordinary looking ring with a grin.

"Perfect! Though it's an Interspatial Ring, it looks no different compared to an ordinary one." Magnus laughed.

After taking care of the ring, the looked at the other "spoils of war" on the ground. Spirit Artifacts? Magnus looked in disappointment. Even though they were Middle Spirit Artifacts, they had no actual use for him considering the gear he already had.

"I'll take them anyways. I can sell them at an auction for some gold." Waving his hand all the Spirit Artifacts were swept into his ring. Taking a deep breath, he started flying towards more fighting raging in the battlefield. He was like a wind, sweeping into groups of enemies, cutting them left and right, decapitating heads and dismembering limbs.

Magnus knew he had to be cruel to these cultivators. Even not counting that this was a sect war, he knew that to truly survive in this world, one had to be ruthless and decisive with how they treated their opponents. "Killing the chickens to scare the monkeys" was a quote he had read somewhere and it was pretty accurate. If you kept showing mercy to your enemies, they would only come back to bite you later. This was the reason why whenever there was a sect war, neither side took prisoners. The winner would track down every member of the opposite side and kill each and every sect disciple. There were multiple cases in history where one survivor would come back stronger and would exterminate the sect that did the same to them. No sect in the cultivation world would make this mistake as it would, even if the chance is minuscule, make them regret in the future.

Magnus shook the strange mixture of brain fluid and blood on his sword with a swish. When he was about to head west getting a signal for backup, he felt a sense of crisis, the hair on his arm standing up.