No Room for Secrets, a Breakneck Escape

"I wonder how much I'll come away with this time?"

Beside a dead Ringed Turtle, Luo Chen's Demon Crab Puppet lay motionless, disguised as though the two had killed each other.

His mind, however, was fixed entirely on the chaotic battlefield ahead.

It was three against one, much as before: three Demon Spider Crabs were still pounding a Tier 3 Ringed Turtle.

The only difference was that this Ringed Turtle had formidable defenses. It had held out against their siege for a full day and night.

If Han Zhan had not alerted Luo Chen, he would not even have considered making a move here.

"It's badly wounded. Even if it survives, it has no hope of advancing further. And with its clan's survival at stake, who knows whether it'll resolutely blow itself up?"

Luo Chen mulled it over.

Not every Ringed Turtle Demon King chose to self-destruct when cornered.

That took absolute resolve!

Over the past day and night, Luo Chen had harvested only five Demon Crab Kings by taking advantage of the wounds both sides dealt each other.

Of course, five was already a great many.

In the year before this, he had managed to secretly capture only seven Demon Kings in total.

One day's work rivaled a whole year's. He could hardly call it a small haul.

With that many in hand, Luo Chen was already considering withdrawing.

Twelve Third-Order Demon Crabs would yield a staggering amount of Black Emperor Ointment.

If he bought some more on the market later, it would be more than enough to support his cultivation from Desolate Antiquity Late Third Order to Fourth Order.

Of course.

Now that an opportunity had presented itself, he would not pass it up. Who complained about having too many cultivation resources?

Watching the Demon Kings' battle grow