Watching Golden Flower Demon King Ji Hua's massive body turn into a streak of blood light and depart, Ye Zhen finally let out a breath. His entire body went limp as if his bones had fallen apart, and he collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air, sweat pouring from him like slurry.
He had made a deal with a terrifying Spirit-Connecting Realm existence, extorted him, searched him, and forced him to write a letter of surrender and a ransom document.
Thinking of what he had just done, Ye Zhen felt as though he were in a dream.
A Spirit-Connecting Realm existence—one two major realms above Ye Zhen, a terrifying being.
He had taken an enormous risk, but the harvest had been equally enormous.
As for the items yet to be paid, those written into the ransom document, Ye Zhen did not dare to think about them, not now, perhaps not for a very long time.
Go to his door and demand them?
Unless Ye Zhen no longer wanted to live.
Yet just now, Ye Zhen had already emptied half of Golden Flower Demon King Ji Hua's Storage Ring.
More than two hundred thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones, over thirty thousand Mid-grade Spirit Stones, and one thousand High-grade Spirit Stones—the gains in Spirit Stones alone were an oceanic haul.
From what Ye Zhen understood, the Top-grade Spirit Crystals of the True Profound Continent were equivalent to Low-grade Spirit Stones from the Primordial Continent. That meant those thirty thousand-odd Mid-grade Spirit Stones were equivalent to over three million Top-grade Spirit Crystals.
The value of those thousand High-grade Spirit Stones was even greater, equivalent to over a hundred thousand Mid-grade Spirit Stones and more than ten million Top-grade Spirit Crystals.
More than ten million Top-grade Spirit Crystals.
Previously, Ye Zhen's entire fortune had amounted