The Fierce Beast Squad held their position with a money-burning strategy.
One of the two Demon Commanders had died while the other was severly injured, leaving tens of thousands of low-tier Demons' corpses outside the cavern.
...
While the battle raged outside, Leonard Churchill, as a casualty, had nothing to do but lay low.
Nowhere in the vast Sawtooth Forest was safer than here.
While laying down, he quietly moved closer to his tactical backpack, and Enlightenment kept giving him prompts.
'You've used Feast Devour, physique +0.03'
'You've used Feast Devour, strength +0.02'
'...'
Just now, Leonard Churchill had stashed away the Spirit Medium in his backpack.
Plus the golden sphere, the clay jar, a dozen storage rings... He had stuffed away all these items that couldn't be stored away.
Anyone who would open it would be taken aback.
But Leonard Churchill was betting on audacity.
The rescue doctors were too busy to be interested in going through someone's backpack.
