Han Ye and Wang Da Niu and the others, looking at the quiet and voiceless courtyard littered with corpses, shook all the coagulated blood off their Profound Thunder Blade and Spirit Sword Flame.
Swinging the burning Ferocious Fire Gang Qi in his hand, a fierce fire started, burning all the bodies in the place to ashes.
He roughly counted the number of people.
a total of a hundred and thirteen.
Among the demon cultivators present, most of them were disciples who had just stepped on the demon path, with only one-third having high cultivation levels.
"Why do I feel like I am the demon cultivator?"
Han Ye muttered quietly and silently gathered all the storage rings together.
With his cultivation, breaking these taboos was relatively simple.
From the ring, he took out one transparent blood-red bead after another.
Upon inspecting the object, Han Ye immediately recognized it: "This is... a Soul Gathering Bead?"
