Qin Fengming paid no attention to what the other party said. With a movement of his body, he shot toward the numerous magic treasures suspended in the air. His fingers flicked repeatedly, and nearly two hundred magic treasures fell into his storage ring.
Among these magic treasures were quite a few lifebound treasures belonging to the Ghost Commander cultivators present.
Qin Fengming naturally would not concern himself with that. Since they had chosen to deal with him, they should have been prepared to pay the price.
At this moment, the cultivators who had fallen onto the rocky ground were weak all over. They had no divine sense or magic power left in their bodies and could barely move at all. As long as they were not lying face down, they could still see what was happening above them.
When they suddenly saw the two cultivators discussing how to divide up the treasures on everyone's bodies, a spasm of anguish rose in all their hearts. The female cultivators, in particular, were overwhelmed with terror.
Every item on their bodies had been obtained through centuries of struggle. It would not be an exaggeration to describe the process as surviving nine deaths by a hair. Although everyone had been frightened for a moment when they first discovered that their magic power had vanished, they still knew that their lives should be safe.
They knew that the essence soul within the token needed to be nourished. The essence blood of the dead was useless and would instead have the opposite effect. But now that they had heard that all the treasures on their bodies were going to be stripped away—even the lifebound treasures some cultivators had summoned would not be spared—they felt they might as well die.
Without those treasures, what would they have