As the silver light surrounding the three members of the Winged Human Race vanished completely into the far reaches of the starry sky, Black Wind Canyon, which had just witnessed a staggering ambush and a crushing battle, fell deathly silent once more.
Only the chaotic energy turbulence and torn space rifts silently bore witness to the carnage.
Astral wind howled, whipping Xiao Qingtian's white robes and Su Ye's black clothes.
All that remained on the ground was a little ash left by the thoroughly purified demon elites, along with the slowly fading energy trails of the fleeing ships farther away.
And, of course, the most important spoils—
Three Demon Gods, gravely wounded by Xiao Qingtian's source power of the laws of light and darkness, now lay deeply unconscious and barely breathing.
Su Ye let out a long breath, finally relaxed, and plopped down on a nearby boulder whose top had been sheared flat by the battle's aftershocks.
The string of intense battles, especially that final, knife-edge training session with Edmund, had brought him tremendous gains, but it had also taken a considerable toll.
Still...
He took a look at his system.
At that whole row of Law Embryos at 99%.
And over thirty million slaughter value.
Over twenty million blood fiend qi.
Sweet!
Now that's the feeling! So damn good!
Sure enough, farming grunts was the real key to getting rich!
Bosses paid more, but they were tough to kill, and you could die trying.
Clearing trash mobs was nothing like that.
Safe, efficient, and plentiful enough to fill you up.
He looked again at the three unconscious Demon Gods on the ground, their source power still slowly draining away.
Su Ye's gaze was clear.
It would have been a lie to say he wasn't tempted.
These were three living,