There was no need to spare these eight ambushers.
Ling Zhan pointed from afar, and the eight origin spirit bodies immediately burst into burning screams and wails.
Without skills, equipment, or four-dimensional attributes to support them, origin spirit bodies were like jade bottles—shattering at the slightest touch.
As for their corpses, Ling Zhan could not even be bothered to search them.
A bunch of old geezers who had only crawled their way to level 145 at such an advanced age, without even a single top-grade spirit artifact among their equipment, could not possibly have anything worthwhile in their inventory space.
"Let's go back."
Ling Zhan turned and said this to Anseli before tapping off with his toes and streaking toward their camp.
The way Anseli looked at Ling Zhan now held not only infatuation, but deep worship.
One against eight!
A complete, crushing victory!
Even Avril could absolutely never have done that!
In Ling Zhan's eyes, Ice Old Devil and the others were nothing but trash. Yet Anseli knew that although Ice Old Devil and his companions were not particularly gifted, their levels and combat power were genuine enough. Otherwise, they could not have survived on the Holy Continent for so long.
If Avril had faced the siege of those eight old geezers, she could only have avoided their edge for the moment and fled in sorry condition.
In a one-on-one fight, Avril could easily crush Ice Old Devil.
She could even kill him in seconds.
But if three of those old geezers joined forces against Avril, she would be sweating profusely and find it very difficult to handle.
If all eight old geezers attacked together, Avril could only run.
But Ling Zhan?
He had been completely at ease!
Calm and composed!
He crushed them effortlessly!
From beginning to end,