Yang Lingtian reached into the void with his left hand and grabbed, and a fist-sized.
The ice-cold Demon Core flew out of the sea wolf's corpse and landed in his hand.
Without even looking at it, he directly stored it in a Space Ring specially used for storage.
Then, his figure flashed again and charged toward the next target.
Pfft! Another demon beast died, and another Demon Core fell into his hands.
As he slaughtered these deep-sea demon beasts madly, he kept "harvesting" the spoils like a diligent farmer.
His movements flowed like clouds and water, without the slightest trace of sluggishness. Slaughter and collection blended together perfectly.
Time flew by amid the frenzied slaughter and gathering.
Yang Lingtian was completely immersed in this state, forgetting the passage of time and forgetting fatigue.
The Chaos Bead in his dantian was like a perpetual-motion machine, continuously providing support.
His Chaos Power showed no sign of exhaustion whatsoever.
Instead, through its constant circulation and tempering, it became more condensed and purer.
The might of his Chaos Dao Body was also continuously unleashed in this extreme battle.
His aura not only failed to weaken but faintly showed signs of rising.
Seven days—seven whole days and nights—Yang Lingtian did not stop for even a moment.
He was like an eternal killing machine, raising monstrous waves of blood across this stretch of sea.
The number of deep-sea demon beasts that had died by his hand had already become impossible to calculate.
By a rough estimate, nearly one hundred thousand Human God Realm demon beasts alone had been slain by him.
What a terrifying number that was: one hundred thousand Human God Realm experts.
That force was enough to sweep across many first-rate factions in the Eastern Continent.
Yet here, it was merely the result of