Whoosh!
A Fire Crow wreathed in blazing flames swooped down onto the piled corpses.
It exploded with a thunderous boom.
The scorching heat swallowed the corpses in an instant, reducing them to a pile of ash.
Wang Chen flicked out several Talismans, sending the souls of those who had died by his hand onward, lest new Evil Spirits arise.
After cleaning everything up, he returned to the main hall of the City God Temple.
He added more firewood to the campfire that was nearly dying out, then began tallying his spoils.
From this encounter, he had seized a total of seven Storage Bags.
Three of them had belonged to Yang Yi.
Wang Chen first opened the Storage Bags of the so-called Qinghe siblings, only to be disappointed.
The four Storage Bags carried by the three of them contained very little: a few worthless Magic Tools, some Pills and Talismans, and not even many Spirit Stones.
That was actually quite normal.
Yang Yi was clearly a demonic cultivator, while the Qinghe siblings had been subordinates under his control.
Demonic cultivators were generally selfish, cold-blooded, and heartless. Struggling to survive in the unknown region of the Nine Dragon Underground Palace, how could Yang Yi possibly have left anything good for the three of them?
He would surely have gathered everything into his own hands, then driven them to deal with other cultivators while he sat back and reaped the fisherman's profit.
If Wang Chen had not dealt with the Qinghe siblings, this Purple Mansion demonic cultivator would never have personally made a move.
Anything valuable had to be in his possession.
But the Storage Bags of demonic cultivators...
Wang Chen picked one up and tried channeling a thread of Mana into it.
He suddenly sensed that something was wrong and immediately flung