"Why run? Shouldn't we wipe them all out before taking the Bloodfiend Herb?"
Lin Xuan looked at Xiao Chen with disdain. This was supposed to be an unparalleled prodigy? Someone on the verge of comprehending Sword Intent?
Trash!
Xiao Chen stared wide-eyed at Lin Xuan, looking at him as though he were an idiot.
"Big bro, are you serious?"
Including the chicken king, there were nearly forty Bloodfiend Fowls. The weakest were at the early Blood Refining realm, while most were in the middle stage.
The two of them were Body Tempering cultivators. Though both possessed exceptional abilities and could handle a late Blood Refining opponent alone, this was a siege. One wrong move, and they could leave their lives here.
This guy was a battle-crazed madman!
Xiao Chen was starting to regret it. Why had he invited such a desperado?
"Do I look like I'm joking with you?"
Lin Xuan shrugged.
He now had a full thirty-seven years of time, along with a massive clump of blood qi as thick as paste, to fall back on.
Conservatively speaking, he could keep Heaven's Wrath's third level active for at least ten minutes.
If it were the second level, he could definitely maintain it for twenty minutes.
A few dozen wild chickens—twenty minutes was more than enough to kill them all. Besides, as he killed, he could continuously steal cultivation time and blood qi.
It was practically infinite endurance. His stamina and combat power were limitless. He was not worried in the slightest.
Xiao Chen stared at Lin Xuan, and Lin Xuan stared back at him.
Very soon, Xiao Chen saw an intensely serious look in Lin Xuan's eyes.
"Damn it!"
"Madman. I'm not going crazy with you. If I throw away my life here, who am I supposed to argue