The three Sorcerers had lost their ability to move and could only lie on the ground. The middle-aged man in particular had a face that was already burned to charcoal, making him look utterly terrifying!
Chen Mo swept his Spiritual Sense over the three of them but found nothing worth collecting. Moreover, their weapons were still attached to their respective forearms and had not reverted to those staff-like weapons from before, so he had no way to remove them.
When his Spiritual Sense scanned them, those things felt as though they had grown directly onto their arms. Removing them seemed extremely difficult.
Of course, the best way would be to chop off an arm with one stroke. Then he could take the things for himself. But Chen Mo disliked that sort of action and did not make a move.
As for everything else, they only carried items unique to Sorcerers, or various powders stored in small bottles.
Naturally, Chen Mo would not touch any of those things. He would not even get near them. Who knew whether touching them would cause some sort of problem?
He placed great importance on his own safety. Cultivators might be powerful, but they were not powerful enough to ignore all kinds of poisons. Therefore, he should not touch anything he did not know or understand.
"What a bunch of paupers!" he muttered, then looked at the pair of blackish-red eyes in that charcoal-like face, glaring at him with venomous hatred.
What the hell? The skin on his face had already been burned into charcoal, yet his eyes were perfectly fine? What kind of eyes were those?
The Talisman Chen Mo had just used was an Explosive Talisman! He had not expected this fellow's eyes to have even greater defense than his face!
Furthermore, energy