Long Huai swept the storage pouch with his gaze, and he couldn’t help but frown as he said, “Only forty nine? If I’m not wrong, the Misery Crystals of Oblivion you gathered with the yaksha guards in the past hundred years haven’t been handed over to our Lord, right?”

Yan Tu grunted coldly and said, “Do you think Misery Crystals of Oblivion are common things that can be casually obtained?”

Long Huai glanced at him, and then went silent as he turned around to look at the distant battlefield.

Pu!

Right at this moment, Chen Xi killed the last yaksha guard while carrying Bei Ling on his back, causing blood to spray into the sky and draw out a horrifying arc in midair.

At this point, all one thousand and thirty two Earthly Immortal Realm experts under King Chu Jiang’s command had been annihilated. Blood dyed the Sea of Misery red and suffused it with a dense stench of blood that seemed impossible to disperse.

Chen Xi carried Bei Ling on his back as he walked in midair to arrive before the castle. His figure was tall, his clothes dyed red with blood, and his eyes that were deep like two abysses surged with battle intent.

After experiencing such a world shaking battle, he was actually completely unharmed, and even his vital energy and aura hadn’t weakened in the slightest. He was still...