"Spell"

Blood Desolate Land.

"Fssst—"

A Blood Arrow burst forth, and the last Desolate Ghost Ape, howling as it tried to flee, dropped dead on the spot. Its corpse slammed heavily into the ground.

Lin Shuguang stood amid a pile of Desolate Ghost Ape corpses, his expression solemn.

"I didn't expect that after breaking through to the Martial Warrior realm, a Desolate Ghost Ape would only provide 1 calorie of Blood Energy Value. Won't it become even less in the future...?"

But then he thought, Once my strength improves, I naturally won't even look twice at such low-level ferocious beasts.

The Blood Energy Value might have been low.

But Lin Shuguang's movements as he processed the corpses were not slow in the slightest.

A profit of two thousand and one per corpse was no joke.

If his strength had allowed it, Lin Shuguang would have loved to dig through the Blood Desolate Land inch by inch and slaughter everything in sight.

Even so, Feng San was still frightened by Lin Shuguang's diligence.

"Shuguang, listen to your Third Brother's advice. Don't push yourself too hard. Your health matters."

He truly had never seen anyone like Lin Shuguang, a "nonhuman" who seemed eager to soak in the Blood Desolate Land!

Every time he saw Lin Shuguang come over carrying bags large and small, his heart trembled with fear.

The profits Lin Shuguang brought him alone were comparable to those from three or four other clients.

What was even more outrageous was that Lin Shuguang came every day, while other hunter teams were doing well if they traded once a week!

And the more things continued this way, the more Feng San felt that befriending Lin Shuguang in the first place had been an incomparably correct choice.

Relying on this wealth, Lin Shuguang's cultivation