Hearing the Demonic Cultivator Body mention the sixth-grade Spirit Vein, the expressions of the three changed once more.
They swiftly exchanged glances, each secretly circulating the true essence within their bodies.
Then, the Loose Immortal female cultivator spoke again. "Fellow Daoist Su, what do you mean by this?"
The Demonic Cultivator Body said coldly, "Hand over the sixth-grade Spirit Veins on you, and you may yet have a slim chance at survival. Otherwise... die!"
Sixth-grade Spirit Veins were also excellent treasures for raising one's cultivation realm.
His previous destruction of the Spirit Veins belonging to other forces had entirely been because collecting Spirit Veins required the cooperation of special treasures, and once a Spirit Vein was collected, it would immediately be noticed.
If he wanted to strike at the Spirit Veins of the ten great forces one after another, he could only destroy them and absorb the most refined portion within.
But the Spirit Veins held by the three before him now had to be complete.
Three Spirit Veins could bring him tremendous improvement as well.
This misjudgment had prevented him from immediately searching for the whereabouts of his original body, and it naturally made him anxious.
Yet he was confident that even if his original body wanted to head to the Central Continent, it could not possibly be faster than him.
He still had time. Since he had encountered them and had come all this way anyway, taking these three Spirit Veins for himself was hardly a bad thing.
Having made up his mind, the Demonic Cultivator Body remained indifferent and merciless, making no attempt to conceal the killing intent radiating from him.
"Amitabha... This is bad! He has truly fallen into demonic ways!"
The somewhat aged monk from the Buddhist Sect immediately recited a Buddhist invocation and spoke.