Hunting did not always require killing the prey in a single blow. A powerful race like the Six-Winged Flying Serpents had quite a few members in a place like the Mist Realm Dark Domain who could call for help from one another.
Qin Heng had deliberately wasted a few words just to give the other party an opportunity to use soul transmission to summon other clansmen.
That Star Lord Eighth Order Flying Serpent was still fleeing. Qin Heng followed at an unhurried pace, even finding the leisure to examine the gains from this encounter.
Across the entire universe, killing people and seizing treasures had always been an important path to sudden wealth.
Cultivators gathered resources amid the cosmic starry expanse, cultivated themselves into strength, and then competed and slaughtered one another.
Whenever someone died, the wealth they had accumulated would be seized by another, or directly shattered into cosmic dust and returned to the universe.
It sounded cruel, but it was a natural law that no one could defy.
After another half hour of pursuit and flight, Qin Heng had already ventured deep into the dark domain. He was extremely far from the entrance through which he had first entered, and no other entrances were nearby.
At that moment, the fleeing Six-Winged Flying Serpent ahead suddenly stopped.
"Not running anymore?" Qin Heng transmitted with his divine sense from roughly eight thousand kilometers away.
The other party's aura was gloomy. "You killed one of my race's top Upper Gods. This blood debt must be washed away in blood! Today, this place will be your grave!"
Qin Heng swept out with his divine sense and detected high-level Star Lord auras appearing in every direction—front, back, left, and right. Presumably, the Flying Snake Race had learned of the situation here and hastily arranged