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Zhang Laifu, ever since he followed Shen Yi, had fought using spells and, to some extent, been influenced by his master.
In the moment the catfish was cleaved open by the palm blade.
He plunged his head straight into the catfish's body, fetched a Demon Core, and, like waiting for praise, gazed at his master with wide eyes.
"..."
Shen Yi urgently adjusted his breathing, forcibly suppressing the erosion of the elixir's poison.
Even the fingertip hidden within his sleeve trembled slightly.
He couldn't help but glance at Zhang Laifu.
After all, accustomed to swallowing Demon Cores raw, although he knew this one was transformed by the Town Stone, taking it out of a dog's mouth still psychologically bothered him.
"Go back."
Shen Yi took the Demon Core and, along with the carcass, stowed it into the finger ring within his sleeve.
Only then did he descend towards the ground below.
The golden flames dispersed from his body, retreating into the Jinhuang within him.
