"Whoosh!" With a flash of golden light before the man's eyes, the Gold Flame Stone unexpectedly soared into the air and shot out obliquely without any warning.
The man was startled and naturally reacted a beat too slow, unprepared. By the time he hurriedly reached back to grab it, it was obviously too late. The stone had instantly turned into a streak of golden light and vanished, falling into the hands of another nearby.
This turn of events left both the cultivators from Great Jin and the confused Soaring Tribespeople at a loss. And, of course, that person was none other than Han Li.
At that moment, Han Li held the stone in one hand, closely examining it, seemingly oblivious to everyone else around him.
The Core Formation man's expression turned ashen in an instant.
"Hand over that object and also sever one of your arms. This can spare you from losing your life," he said, staring at Han Li with icy, threatening words.
