The red-faced Da Han collapsed on the ground, his eyes gradually dimming, his vitality completely vanished. Blood continually flowed from the large hole in his chest.
Lin Bai strode out of the woods, radiating an aura of death, and took the flying swords back into his Dantian with just a thought.
"You brought this upon yourselves," he muttered.
Lin Bai took a deep breath, his expression grim.
"Let's keep moving," he said.
Lin Bai picked up the storage bags of the three men. Aside from some spiritual stones, there was nothing else in them that caught his attention.
There were about a million spiritual stones, all of which Lin Bai put into his own storage bag.
Half a day later.
Lin Bai had basically traversed the entire Lingfan Mountain Range.
On the way, he encountered many warriors who wanted to kill him. However, with Lin Bai's strength, the only ones in the Lingfan Mountain Range who could give him a worthy fight were Longqing Feng, Qin Beiao, and Fang Ji.
