"Damn! He's going to kill us to keep us quiet!"
Su Yue's voice was already breaking into sobs.
Luo Feng trembled as he said, "How about we run?"
Zhao Heng gritted his teeth. "What are you afraid of? The five of us together still have a fighting chance!"
But his words lacked conviction. The five of them could take on a Pre-Heaven Realm expert, sure—but not a powerhouse like Fang Mo, whose strength was terrifying. They didn't have even a shred of confidence against him.
"He's here! He's coming!"
Everyone tensed up again.
Fang Mo flew over, carrying the dragon flood-dragon in one hand and the moon owl in the other.
The silver flood-dragon and moon owl carcasses hit the ground, making the entire riverbank tremble. A powerful aura, belonging to Pre-Heaven Realm beasts, surged over them.
Fang Mo landed. The group couldn't help flinching and taking a step back, watching him with wary, uneasy eyes.
Fang Mo smiled faintly and looked at Zhao Heng. "Were you the one who warned me just now?"
Zhao Heng hurriedly cupped his fists and replied respectfully:
"Yes... I was!"
Fang Mo nodded. "I'll leave you the silver flood-dragon carcass and the moon owl, along with some of their materials. Consider it a token of thanks!"
Zhao Heng hurriedly said, "N-no need... Even without our warning, you would've won, sir!"
But Fang Mo rose into the air and swiftly moved away from the group. His clear voice rang in their ears. "I don't like owing people. There's a cave in the middle of the lake, and the Blood Moon Spirit Grass inside is yours, too!"
"Blood Moon Spirit Grass!"
At his words, their eyes lit up. It seemed they'd forgotten all about being afraid.
Zhao Heng let out a long breath. "He's gone!"
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