Frenzied Harvest

Lin Hai left Wutan City without lingering too long within the borders of the Gama Empire.

The Magical Beast Mountain Range here was still too low-leveled for the high-tier magical cores he required.

Beasts like the Amethyst Winged Lion King, at the peak of the sixth rank, were already few and far between.

He took a single step, the space twisted, and his figure appeared a thousand miles away, entering a more ancient, savage, and massive mountain range known as one of the continent's most dangerous regions—the Hengduan Mountain Range.

The magical beasts here, whether in terms of quantity, quality, or ferocity, were far beyond anything in the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

A sixth-rank magical beast could be considered a regional lord, seventh-rank beasts were frequently sighted, and it was even rumored that in the deepest parts of the mountains, there existed eighth-rank peerless monsters comparable to a Dou Zun!

However, to Lin Hai, there was no difference.

He descended upon this land, which had followed the law of the jungle since ancient times, like a cold reaper.

He did not search deliberately; he simply unfurled his divine sense, vast as a sea of stars, and precisely locked onto the powerful auras of the magical beasts.

The next moment, he appeared above his target like a ghost.

A sixth-rank Azure Water Rhino King was drinking water by a pool, its hide thick and its water-element magical core brimming with energy. It did not even sense any danger; it only felt the light above its head dim, and then a terrifying, irresistible force instantly bound its massive body and precisely shattered its skull. A fist-sized, sea-blue magical core was extracted by an invisible force, and the carcass collapsed with a boom.

Deep in a valley where magma boiled, an Earth Fire Flame Lizard Emperor on the verge of breaking through to the seventh rank raised its head vigilantly, its scarlet pupils reflecting the figure of a human who had appeared out of nowhere.

It roared in fury, spewing forth a torrential sea of flames capable of melting gold and stone.

Yet, those flames, which could burn mountains and boil seas, extinguished silently when they came within three feet of the figure.

Lin Hai merely flicked his finger, and a subtle spatial rift flashed by. The Earth Fire Flame Lizard Emperor's tough scales and skull were sliced open like tofu, and an intensely hot, dark-red magical core faintly marked with dragon patterns flew into Lin Hai's hand.

In a swamp filled with poisonous miasma, a cunning sixth-rank Shadow Poison Python lurked...

On a mountain peak where thunderclouds never dispersed, a ferocious sixth-rank Thunder Wing Eagle King was perched...

Even in the depths of an icy cavern, a seventh-rank low-level Frost Giant Ape, which had been sleeping, was startled awake. It roared and swung its giant fists, capable of crushing peaks, carrying a freezing blizzard toward the intruder.

Lin Hai only glanced at it indifferently. Under that gaze, the giant ape's soul seemed to freeze, and its movements instantly stiffened.

With a casual wave, the giant ape's massive heart, along with the ice-blue magical core within its chest, was dug out entirely. The enormous body turned into an ice sculpture and shattered with a crash.

There was no battle, only a crushing harvest.

The power of space acted like the most delicate scalpel in his hands, precisely stripping away the magical cores.

The deterrence of a Saint of Spirit made many magical beasts known for their ferocity unable to even conceive of resistance before they perished in boundless terror.

Wherever he passed, those high-tier magical beasts that usually reigned as kings and shook the mountains and rivers were harvested like wheat by an invisible scythe of death, falling in droves.

Powerful auras vanished rapidly, leaving behind fields of corpses and a pervasive stench of blood, causing countless low-tier magical beasts to flee in a frenzy, only to be crushed to death by the lingering shockwaves.

In less than a few hours, the high-tier magical beasts in the core area of the Hengduan Mountain Range had been almost entirely wiped out!

It was a disaster-level hunt.

Lin Hai's figure flickered a few times above the mountain range, and when he returned to the outskirts of Wutan City, his storage ring already contained a pile of brilliant, energy-rich magical cores.

Two seventh-rank magical cores (ice and earth attributes), like two small suns, radiated a heart-stopping pressure.

Six sixth-rank magical cores (water, fire, thunder, wind, wood, and poison attributes) possessed massive, colorful energy.

Fifteen fifth-rank magical cores, each with different attributes, dazzled the eye.

Thirty-six fourth-rank magical cores, piled together, created a dizzying, interwoven display of energy fluctuations.

The value of this pile of magical cores was enough to buy half of the Gama Empire!

If word of this got out, it would be enough to trigger a frenzy of competition and a bloodbath across the entire Northwest Continent.

At this moment, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

Lin Hai acted as if he had done something trivial; his figure merged into the shadows once more, returning silently to Xiao Yan's small courtyard.

Inside the room, Yao Chen had already initially absorbed part of the medicinal power of the Seven Illusion Clear Spirit Saliva. His soul body had solidified significantly, no longer appearing as if it could dissipate at any moment, and his complexion had become much more ruddy.

He was carefully organizing the mountain-like pile of rare medicinal herbs that Lin Hai had left behind.

Xiao Yan had also finished his cultivation.

Just then, Lin Hai's figure appeared again without a sound.

He glanced at Yao Chen's condition and nodded slightly: "The recovery is proceeding quite smoothly."

Then, under the puzzled gazes of Xiao Yan and Yao Chen, he waved his hand.