However, the blood-scaled bear's blood-red scale armor remained undamaged, still exuding a crimson glow as it fell to the ground.
Mu Changkong sheathed his saber and laughed.
His single strike drew the attention of the scattered tribes around; it was a dominant strike, instilling fear in those who witnessed it.
In comparison, Han Muye's spear seemed much more understated.
However, Han Muye had obtained the scales of an eighth-level essence spirit beast and gained much more than him.
Both of them were not lacking.
"Continue." Mu Changkong looked up at the low hills in the distance.
There, thousands of people were slowly surrounding several large-sized exotic beasts, gradually wearing them down.
However, those exotic beasts clearly possessed formidable strength, making it difficult for thousands of people to take them down.