"The Barbarian race also produces heroes!" In the end, the netherworld old ghost sighed. This time, he had really fallen, and he had fallen very miserably.
He didn't continue to argue with Li Tian, as he knew that it would be meaningless. He lowered his head and put the nether ghostly banner into his storage ring. Then, with a wave of his hand, fresh and tender spiritual herbs appeared in the void.
It could be completely measured by piles.
These piles of spiritual herbs seemed to have turned the entire space "green." They carried a medicinal fragrance and a strong vitality. The visual impact it created was infinite.
It was likely that for many years to come, everyone present would never forget this scene.
This scene was too shocking.
Even Li Tian, who was usually calm and composed, couldn't help but feel excited.
