Spirit Rice Worms, Planting Manual! Lei Shuo, Get Out of the Way

Lei Shuo's words snapped everyone awake.

Bai Wanxi hurriedly said, "Young Master Li, we must leave quickly, or it'll be too late. The wrath of a Golden Immortal cannot be withstood!"

Yin Guangnian also cried out urgently, "Captain, let's run!"

"Heh."

Zhang Lingshan smiled faintly. "Since I made my move, I naturally have a foolproof plan. If he were a Golden Immortal in his prime, I might not be his match. But he's nothing more than an old cripple badly wounded and afflicted with fire poison. Can he really overturn the heavens?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and instantly arrived in front of Pang Mancang, who had been skewered into an icy sausage. His right hand touched him.

Crash.

Pang Mancang instantly turned to dust, scattering between heaven and earth, leaving only a crisp clang as something fell to the ground.

What else could it be but Pang Mancang's Storage Ring?

Zhang Lingshan grabbed the Storage Ring and quickly inspected it, then sighed softly.

No wonder this fellow had not used any more powerful magic treasures against him. It was not that he had not wanted to, but that he could not.

It seemed that escaping from the Anning Army's encirclement had cost him enormous effort, and he had used up almost all his good things.

Even Wei Cuicui had probably been expended in the process. Otherwise, why was there no sign of his loyal running dog Wei Cuicui?

So Zhang Lingshan had more or less expected the current state of his ring. Though disappointed, he was not too disappointed.

After all, it was the ring of a Golden Immortal expert. Even the slightest bit of profit inside was enough for him to feast on.

Most importantly, there were still several items in the ring no worse than the