"Tut, tut, tut. Ah, how miserable." Qin He stopped as he passed by, looked over the corpses strewn in every direction, and shook his head with clicking sighs.
Anyone who made the first move to snatch the Ink Spirit Fruit when it was obvious they would be focused down was either a hotheaded fool or extremely confident in some aspect of their own abilities.
But judging by the outcome, the dead were dead, the fleeing had fled, and none of them gained anything.
The one who had truly taken the Ink Spirit Fruit was the real expert.
No one even knew who had taken it. They must have used some secret art and blended into the crowd.
"Burn them."
With a sweep of Qin He's wide sleeve, several fireballs struck the corpses, setting off blazing flames.
This was merely ordinary fire enhanced with true essence. Though fierce, it would not draw attention.
Only after finishing all this did Qin He continue pursuing them.
The Black Wind Mountains stretched on endlessly. Though they sounded like a single mountain, they were actually a vast mountain range.
They spanned several hundred li in every direction and were shrouded in mystery.
The teams searching for the fruit kept branching apart. Several hundred people entered, yet it was like clay oxen sinking into the sea, causing not the slightest ripple.
Before long, Qin He's group lost their "companions." Fan Gu, leading the way, stopped at a cliff face and descended to the ground.
This was a sheer cliff, and below it lay a mountain ravine of unfathomable depth. Dense mist hung over it, like an Abyss.
Once all five had gathered, Fan Gu said, "From here onward, we can only travel on foot. Stay alert and be careful." Then he said to Qin He, "Young