Lu Yun frowned, as the remaining Silver Dragon Grass scattered in different directions, choosing to chase any would mean giving up the rest.
Every single Silver Dragon Grass was an unparalleled treasure medicine—letting them escape was a significant loss.
Despite his dissatisfaction, he drove himself at full speed toward a flowing river.
The area was a massive chaos, with Divine Abilities or Sword Light falling from time to time. Lu Yun narrowly missed being hit several times, and his anger accumulated more intensely. If it weren't for his unwavering will, he might have impulsively thrown these people into the Hell Furnace to smelt them into Primordial Essence.
Wisdom triumphed over impulse, his sole objective now was to quickly capture the second Silver Dragon Grass.
About half an hour later, Lu Yun approached a fairly large battlefield where around a dozen people were fighting, the weakest among them he speculated to be in the late True Spirit Realm.
