"Ponder that question slowly when you reach the Underworld!"
A cold smile curled Lin Xuan's lips. His hands formed a strange seal as he poured spiritual power into the flying sword.
"Go!"
Like a streak of light, like a bolt of lightning, the flying sword howled toward his opponent. Ye Tian's face changed drastically, and he desperately poured spiritual power into the Magic Banner. But it was useless. Though the shield formed by Ghost Mist was sturdy, before the astonishing might of a high-grade Spirit Tool, it was like tofu. With a piercing rip, it was torn to pieces. A bloody hole appeared in Ye Tian's chest, and he collapsed with a face full of unwillingness.
Lin Xuan beckoned, and the Spirit Tool flew back into his hand, transforming into a Little Sword barely an inch long. Without Ye Tian's spiritual power supporting it, the enormous Skull Artifact locked in battle with the demon tiger immediately broke apart into Fierce Ghost souls and returned to the Magic Banner.
The low-grade Spirit Tool Fire Serpent also fell from the air. Lin Xuan cast a spell and stowed it away together with the Gold Binding Rope.
The Beast Talisman returned to its original form, but compared to before, the spiritual power on its surface had weakened considerably. It seemed that after this battle, the demon tiger soul had little energy left.
Lin Xuan's heart ached, but fortunately, the gains from this battle were indeed plentiful. He walked over to Ye Tian's corpse, picked up the Magic Banner first, then found a Storage Bag in his robes.
After stripping away every last treasure, Lin Xuan knew this was no place to linger. He activated a low-grade Quicksand Talisman and sank Ye Tian's body into the earth. After carefully wiping away the bloodstains, he