บท 2555: Small Black Token

As she looked at the Immortal Sacred level cultivator lying at her feet, Feng Jiu pursed her lips and stared at the dead man for a long time. Immortal Sacred level cultivators were trained as suicide soldiers? What kind of force was this? Was this force stronger than the Demon Clan?

When she thought of the troubles that she had gotten into one by one, they seemed endless and anger rolled in her heart. She squatted down and searched the corpse. 

"What's this?"

In addition to the interspatial ring on the Immortal Sacred cultivator, there was actually a round ball of yellow mud. Because her line of vision was not good at the moment, and there were people looking for her, she didn't take a closer look. She placed the round ball of mud back into the interspatial ring and then placed it into her space.