In the valley, the last violent horse nightmare beast cried in despair as it was crushed into fragments. Then the constant sounds of chaos finally returned to silence.

Qin Yu sized up the nightmare beast heart in his hand, thinking about trying to absorb it again. He looked at Cloud Mist and put this thought aside. Right now she was the leader of the team. Since she had issued orders before, it would be better not to embarrass her.

Even if no one would say anything if he really absorbed it.

As everyone was busy cleaning up the battlefield and counting the harvests, Qin Yu’s complexion suddenly changed. He turned his head and looked into the distance.

At this time, his eyes turned pitch black and incomparably profound. They seemed to cross through the impediment of vast space, falling somewhere in the distance.

Within his chest, the heart of the abyss beat fiercely. Then, an ancient and formidable aura appeared in his senses. Although he had no idea who it was…the instinctual hostility he felt was enough for him to judge that this other party wasn’t friendly.

Vaguely, Qin Yu became aware of something. It seemed that this change...