Lin Shiming opened his eyes after an unknown period, feeling a certain stiffness in his body.
He looked up and stood, his bones crackling with sound.
Next to him, Wang Jiao and Red-haired growled repeatedly in response.
They too were seriously injured but had been persisting for the sake of protecting Lin Shiming for the past half month.
A pang of heartache flashed through Lin Shiming's eyes, and he rummaged through various Storage Bags to find the corpse of a Buddha Eagle Demonic Beast, the very one that had pursued him that day.
Now, however, it was headless; its head had been chopped off by the Blood Saber, and because it was preserved carelessly, much of its spiritual energy had been lost.
Under normal circumstances, Lin Shiming could not bear to waste such a valuable Demonic Beast carcass.
But in this exceptional moment, the two beasts were ecstatic, even though Lin Shiming had taken their Demonic Beast Inner Cores.