章節 375: The Eight High Lords

As the nineteenth Spectral Shaman wailed in dismay, its soul returning to the ether, Qin Ruo floated down from the sky upon his Angelic Wings.

He knelt, and the pure white wings automatically folded up behind him. They continued to sway gently as he moved, elegant and saintly.

His gaze swept over the coins and unremarkable Golden equipment that lay strewn across the ground.

"Cheap bastard!" Qin Ruo muttered.

Paying no heed to even the Golden equipment, he bent his knees, spread his wings, and soared into the air. Qin Ruo wasted no time once he was aloft again, hurtling at full speed towards his final destination.

The previous eighteen Spectral Shamans had dropped Golden items as well, and now his backpack was nearly stuffed full with them. If he picked up anymore, Qin Ruo was seriously worried he wouldn't have room left to accept the Legendary-quality reward from Darius.