After the Horned Demon Snake's corpse had burned to ashes, Qin He looked up toward the cliff and saw that the wind was blowing perfectly toward the back of the hill. He immediately struck, knocking down the few remaining Ink Spirit Fruits.
Good things should be shared by all who saw them. What ought to be divided still had to be divided.
"Ink Spirit Fruits, Ink Spirit Fruits!"
"They're coming!"
"We finally waited for them!"
"Catch them!"
The fruit-seeking squad erupted with excitement, shouting one after another.
This was a miracle amid despair.
They had not known what had happened earlier. Blue smoke had billowed from the other side of the hill, and then they watched batch after batch of ripe Ink Spirit Fruits fall beneath the cliff and vanish.
The number of ripe Ink Spirit Fruits had dwindled further and further before their eyes.
After watching helplessly until the very end, fortune finally favored them.
A full eight points of light came flying toward them under the fierce gusts of wind force, like a meteor shower.
The four each used their own methods to collect the Ink Spirit Fruits, which were like "timely rain," ending their famine.
"Haha, eight! This time we've made our money back." Mo Fan's eyes gleamed.
"Not bad." Delight also appeared on Fan Gu's face. "Adding the three from before, we have more than ten. In the past, the most we ever got was only five."
"It would be nice if we could pick up some other treasure." Qin He curled his lips slightly and said.
"That would only be remotely possible if we entered the central region. Forget about treasures—they're in places only Divine Bridge Realm experts can visit in groups. We don't have that kind of ability." The moment Huo Dong Ming