Black Winged Demonic Dragon

In the blink of an eye, several days passed.

Lu Ming traversed the Twilight Graveyard, searching everywhere for valuable items. During this time, he naturally encountered no shortage of hardships and dangers.

He could not help but sigh. This place truly deserved to be called a Supreme Danger Zone. Even a peak Human Venerable might not be able to guarantee a safe return.

Along the way, Lu Ming had encountered no fewer than fifty King Realm ferocious beasts. Every one of them was incomparably savage, possessing little intelligence. The moment they saw a different lifeform, they attacked.

Of course, none of these posed any threat to Lu Ming.

Instead, his storage ring was already piled full of homemade light spheres containing all kinds of profound elements. The power within these light spheres was violent and disorderly. If they were directly used by people of low cultivation, they might be blasted into idiots on the spot.

If Lu Ming wanted to give them to his descendants in the future, he would likely have to refine them again.

And his habit of causing a stir wherever he went naturally succeeded in drawing out those Supreme-level ferocious beasts.

The strongest among them was a Crimson Flame Tiger that had reached the Middle Beast Venerable Realm. It was incredibly fast, charging about like a blazing sun.

Lu Ming had spent no small amount of effort before finally killing it, successfully obtaining two Flame Tiger Claws. They could be used to forge Venerable-grade fire claw treasures.

However, he had no use for them and planned to save them for sale in exchange for spirit crystals.

As for the tiger's other parts, there was nothing he could do. At this level, every cell in such an existence contained its own will, whether violent or muddled.

Thus,