Then, Su Mo continued to wait, and before long, two more people at the early Martial Saint realm arrived.
These two met the same fate as the previous three: robbed of their Storage Rings by Su Mo and thrown into the spatial rift.
Batch after batch—in the span of a mere half-hour, Su Mo robbed five batches of people, but all of them were early Martial Saint martial artists.
Finally, after half an hour, experts arrived.
Swish, swish, swish!
Sharp sonic booms rang across the sky as a full four martial artists came hurtling toward the spatial rift together.
Su Mo raised his eyes and saw that all four of them were mid-stage Martial Saint experts, every single one of them very young, presumably all gifted figures.
The one leading them was tall, dressed in purple robes, with a resolute and stern face.
The four moved at extreme speed, resembling sharp arrows as they charged straight toward the spatial rift.
"Scram!"
Catching sight of Su Mo sitting cross-legged before the spatial rift, one of the blue-robed youths spoke without another word; with a wave of his sleeve, a surge of fierce Qi billowed, intending to fan Su Mo flying away.
Courting death! Su Mo's expression turned cold, and with a wide-open palm, countless points of light instantly gathered in his hand, condensing into a large silver-and-gold interleaved sword.
This large sword was precisely the Flying Insect Greatsword, and the purplish-gold flying insects within it had already reached over a hundred.
After devouring a massive amount of Ancient Demon Brain Marrow, a full seventy-plus silver flying insects had evolved into purplish-gold flying insects.
This was also because the time had been short; if it were a few days later, even more purplish-gold flying insects would be born.
Seeing that all four