After understanding the characteristics of the elixir in the bottle, Lin Chen's Divine Soul left the space of the Primordial Myriad Transformation Cauldron.
By this time, everyone had almost recovered and was ready to continue their return.
Just as Lin Chen and his companions were about to leave, the martial artists whose skeletons had been eroded by death qi in the distance called out to them, requesting their help.
These martial artists were initially pleading, but seeing that Lin Chen and the others did not respond, they began to accuse them, as if not saving them was an unforgivable mistake.
"These guys, they really have no shame. If they had been more polite to us earlier, we might have considered taking them with us,"
"But when the Dark Demon tribespeople attacked earlier, they cursed us to die at their hands, and now they want our help. It's nothing but moral blackmail."
