Liang Hui stepped forward and picked up the broken sword from the ground.
Then, he began to search the body of the youth.
As he searched, his brows slightly furrowed; all of the items on the youth's body had self-destructed.
"Quick reflexes!"
Not paying too much attention, having obtained an item for entering dreams, he was satisfied.
Next, Liang Hui walked towards the nearby street where another trophy awaited his collection.
Soon, a figure pinned to the ground by a long spear came into view.
The spear pierced through the chest, and blood continuously flowed from the wound, staining the light gauze with blood, while a pair of beautiful, lifeless eyes stared at the sky.
With a desolate sense of beauty.
"You're not dead yet, which is unexpected," Liang Hui said, his hand on the tail of the spear, his expression calm.
"Using a secret treasure is all you did, but, in the end, it didn't change the outcome," Yao Yue said intermittently, her voice full of weakness.
