Harvest

"Since you don't know, then I'll... keep it secret!" Xiao Chen said. The Dragon Seedling was too earth-shaking; he did not want too many people to know about it.

Meng Qiuhan fell silent. She could understand Xiao Chen's attitude.

Xiao Chen leaned on his sword and rested for a moment. Once the weakness in his body had eased somewhat, he began cutting open the ant corpses and digging out their Demon Cores.

The Antfiends' Demon Cores were likewise located in their heads. Each was the size of a bird's egg, black in color and surging with dark radiance. Within them, miniature Antfiend souls roared.

There were too many Antfiends. It took Xiao Chen quite a while to dig out all their Demon Cores.

For some reason, the Antfiends' blood was black and viscous, giving off an incredibly foul stench. Unlike ordinary bloody odors, it carried not only the smell of blood, but also the rotten stink of decaying corpses. It nearly made Xiao Chen vomit.

Moreover, something extremely strange happened while he was digging out the Antfiends' Demon Cores.

Quite a few of the ghostly faces on the Antfiends' backs seemed to come alive. They drifted out from the Antfiend corpses, slowly rose into the air, and flew into the distance. They gradually gathered together, seemingly heading toward the same place.

Xiao Chen and Meng Qiuhan were both slightly shocked. They had originally wanted to investigate, but after watching for a while, they discovered that the ghostly faces were not flying toward the First Peak, but the Third Peak. Thus, they gave up on pursuing them.

Blood Corpse Mountain had three peaks, each fiercer than the last.

There was no King Realm on the First Peak, but the Second and Third Peaks might be another matter!

They found a relatively