The Demon God Incident Ends

This bustling "gift exchange" continued until all the Kamar-Taj sorcerers involved had meticulously combed through the entire battlefield several times and confirmed that nothing valuable had been overlooked.

Lin Hai looked rather comical at the moment. Several pockets of his once-neat casual outfit had been stuffed to the brim, some even bulging out of shape.

Just as he was wondering whether he should find a bag to pack away these "treasures," a tall sorcerer approached, carrying something even more eye-catching over his shoulder.

"Junior Brother Lin Hai." The sorcerer dropped the object from his shoulder in front of Lin Hai with a clang. "Take a look and see if you want this. A few of us checked it. The dark and death power inside is still extremely potent, but for white magic practitioners like us, it's basically a hot potato. We can't use it, and we wouldn't dare to."

Lin Hai focused his gaze on it, and his heart skipped a beat. It was Pluto's Dark Spear.

However, with its master dead, the weapon that had once been enormous enough to seem capable of piercing the stars had shrunk back to the size Lin Hai had first seen in space. Because it had been severed, it was now split into two pitch-black sections, each about two meters long. The dark matter at the tip of one section continued to writhe, giving off a chilling pulse.

It would have been a lie to say he was not tempted. This was the weapon of a dimensional demon god. Even cut into two pieces, both its material and the power contained within were anything but ordinary.

He immediately set down his pile of "treasures" and walked over to The Ancient One, who was directing the sorcerers through their final inventory.

"Master Ancient One."