The fierce battle had gone on for who knew how long.
By the time Saine's Element Power was finally nearing exhaustion, he had already harvested more than three hundred Soul Crystals.
More than three hundred Soul Crystals did not mean that Saine had killed over three hundred Level-4 or Level-5 creatures.
These Gray-Haired Monsters generally possessed no intelligence. When they charged at Saine, they did so with fearless, reckless abandon.
Had he been fighting genuine creatures above Level 4, even those watered-down gods of the Faelun Continent would not have been harvested by Saine so easily.
At the very least, they would not have voluntarily rushed up to throw themselves onto the muzzle.
Not to mention that Saine had happened to achieve elemental suppression over them.
"How exactly does the rule-based screening mechanism of this Filth Space operate?"
"Dominator-class Beings have difficulty approaching it. Even Dominator-class fleet formations are disrupted by a special Power of Rules and cannot enter this place."
"But my Staff of Ashes is clearly embedded with a Dominator Heart Core, yet it is unaffected."
"Is there truly some cold, unfeeling rule at work here? Or is there human interference..." Saine murmured as he picked up the last Soul Crystal at hand and gazed into the depths of this gray, hazy world.
Although this Decayed World had yet to reveal its deepest secret to Saine, the more than three hundred Soul Crystals in his possession were genuine treasures.
Individually, they were probably inferior to the divine spark of an ordinary Level-4 creature.
However, the Law of Death properties and soul essence they contained would likely be highly prized by the Undead Magicians of the Wizard World, or by undead creatures within the Star Realm.
Saine drank a Recovery Potion personally crafted by Luluenman.
Only after the Element