There were more and more spatial bags. After all, there were over ten million people; even if only one in a hundred had one, that was still over a hundred thousand bags.
These spatial bags varied in quality.
But even the worst ones had around thirty cubic meters of space inside.
The large ones were rather astonishing, with nearly five hundred cubic meters each. There were three in total, all from Taiyi-level cultivators.
Their sizes did not matter much. What mattered was what was inside.
The people aboard the dragon ship had originally come to attend the Human Sect Alchemy Conference, so their spatial bags were packed full of all kinds of supplies.
Not only medicinal herbs, but also ores needed for artifact forging and materials needed for talismans.
Some had even prepared vast amounts of currency, waiting to go on a buying spree at the Human Sect Alchemy Conference.
Well, now Li Su had swept it all up in one go.
The faces of those Taiyi cultivators in particular were deathly pale, twisted with agony.
They had joined forces with the natives for exorbitant profits, yet before they could get their hands on what they wanted, their own possessions had been completely cleaned out.
Looking at the enormous pile of spatial bags before him, Li Su narrowed his eyes.
As a disciple of the Interception Sect, robbery was not exactly something he could openly do. At the very least, he could not do it in broad daylight; he could only do it in secret, and he would have to destroy the evidence so no trace led back to him.
Now, though, things were different. He could rob them openly, and even if word got out, no one would dare gossip about it.
What a joke. The other side had