Dozens of Antlered Silver Lions, although exchangeable for a considerable amount of Cultivation Resources, weighed a thousand catties each. Moreover, considering the long journey back to Bitao Martial Academy and the numerous dangers on the way, it was not easy to bring back even one, let alone dozens.
For their upcoming cultivation experiences, they could only leave the bodies of these dozens of Antlered Silver Lions behind, which made Hou Ziping feel regretful.
"There's actually not much to regret..."
Huang Miao's eyes suddenly lit up, fixing upon the pair of antlers on the head of one of the Antlered Silver Lions. Her right hand wielded the Willow Leaf Saber, slashing fiercely.
"Spurt!"
A flash of silver light and a soft sound later, a pair of antlers fell neatly from the top of the Antlered Silver Lion's head.