Kapitel 857: Full Of Heroic Spirit

The Forest of Death was as dark as ink as if all light had been absorbed.

When a cold wind blew, Ou Yangming shrunk his neck and let an exquisite short sword slide out from his sleeve. When he stabbed the corner of the centipede's eye and pulled it outward, a red light shot out. It was a blood crystal, which looked like the purest carnelian¹, and it was so red that one would tremble in fear.

Ou Yangming lifted his right hand and felt a cold sensation from his palm.

A sound was suddenly heard coming from his wrist as he retrieved his Tianyuan Stone and held it in his hand. Just as he was going to brush it across the blood crystal, he glanced at Xue Boren and kept his stone.

'I should hide this accomplishment first.'