He used his foot to turn over the blood-soaked man. He was a middle-aged man who looked to be around forty, slightly plump with a round face. His clothes were fairly presentable, and his aura placed him at half-step Dao Palace Realm—Wheel Sea Realm Great Perfection.
In Sin City, that level of strength was merely average.
Stronger than the little fry, but not by much.
Facing a Level Two evil creature was already a matter of life and death. Encountering a Level Three evil creature, and he would basically be killed in an instant.
His weapons were a bow and two daggers. The bundle he carried contained a few daily necessities and a dozen or so low-grade spirit stones.
He was dressed in rags and poor as dirt.
But that was standard issue in Sin City.
Sin City was shrouded by the Heaven's Punishment God-Slaying Formation. One could enter but never leave. Rumor had it that the formation had been laid down by the Heavenly Court; its power was overwhelming, and it came with many restrictions.
Most notably, it suppressed space itself, preventing cultivators here from using spatial artifacts and making it difficult to cast spatial spells or cultivate spatial techniques.
Cosmic Bags and storage rings could not be used.
Furthermore, when Night Watchmen were escorted to Sin City, all their belongings were confiscated. The round-faced man's poverty was the norm here.
Do not underestimate those tattered clothes. They had been won through desperate struggle.
In Sin City, cultivators starving to death alive was nothing unusual.
The City of the Condemned was no empty phrase. Those friends who had done time would surely understand that deeply.
Back to the matter at hand, Qin He collected the spoils before lifting the two corpses and quickly leaving the area. Anywhere someone had