"There's always someone better. The waters of the Northern Region are too deep."
A First Level Fiend Condensation Martial Saint lamented.
The four of them sighed.
These were two Martial Saints…
It was as if it was made of paper.
They did not even have time to see the other party's move.
...
Han Zhao urged the fast boat to travel more than 200 kilometers on the sea and gradually slowed down.
As he refined the huge amount of Astral Qi and blood qi he had absorbed, he refined the fiendish qi.
At the same time, he began to carefully examine the spoils of war this time.
"This person should be a lone wolf." Han Zhao opened the long-bearded elder's Sumeru Pouch. There were cultivation methods, pills, banknotes, Golden Beads, and other treasures inside. There were even clothes and daily necessities. Clearly, he had brought all his assets with him.