Wang Tian stared at Ye Lin, his face full of shock. At the same time, he had already begun to contemplate retreat.
After just one move, Ye Lin had already become a source of psychological trauma for him.
"Die."
Ever since Wang Tian's last attack, when he had held nothing back, Ye Lin had already considered him a dead man.
"No... You can't kill me! My senior brothers are nearby. If you kill me, you won't get away with it either!"
Seeing the murderous intent in Ye Lin's eyes, Wang Tian's face filled with terror.
"Tiger Roars in the Mountain Forest."
Accompanied by a tremendous tiger's roar, a gaping bloody hole appeared in Wang Tian's chest. He slowly collapsed to the ground, his breath gone.
"Fool."
Ye Lin went over to Wang Tian's corpse and searched it, finding fifteen Low-Tier Spirit Stones. A fly might be small, but it was still meat.
After he had finished, Ye Lin headed farther inside.
As for Wang Tian's corpse, there was no need to deal with it. Dead was dead.
Inside the Alchemy Room was a vast space, with wooden tables and stools arranged all around. At the very center stood a massive pill furnace.
The furnace was mottled with rust. One look told Ye Lin it had been sitting there for a very long time.
"The pills must be inside."
Ye Lin walked over and examined the furnace.
It had been sitting there for so long that its original appearance was no longer discernible.
"Looks like this furnace is only a Yellow Grade Low Tier treasure."
Ye Lin's face fell with disappointment. Then he opened the furnace.
A furnace used to refine pills had to be at least a treasure, but this one was only a Yellow Grade Low Tier treasure.
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