A gentle breeze blew, and a light shone on the waterfall.
Ou Yangming gradually walked over from afar, and the waterfall was already empty. Under his spear attack, 90% of the fierce beasts had died. The ferocious beasts that were lucky enough to survive also left in a panic when he was fighting with the rock sparrow.
There were still some Dripping Blood Stones on the ground left behind by those beasts that had died.
Those few surviving Dark Ferocious Beasts could not even protect themselves. They fled in a panic for their own lives, not caring about these things.
Nonetheless, a few Dripping Blood Stones were still valuable. Ou Yangming walked over and picked up all these stones. It did not seem like there were many of them, but they added up to quite a lot. The young fellow counted carefully, and there were actually more than 300 of them.
