Lin Qing checked their Storage Rings. They might all have been at the Peak Eleventh Tier, and some had even achieved a Fifty-Match Win Streak in the Blood Arena.
But compared to Lin Qing, they were dirt poor. Even the richest among them had only one Orange Card in his Storage Ring.
And for all he knew, that card represented several years of savings, perhaps even more than a decade.
That was already impressive. After all, one Orange Card could buy a True Immortal Artifact of decent quality, and the man was only at the Eleventh Tier.
Once he had put everything away, Lin Qing finally had time to examine the Astral Gale Cave ahead.
The cave was narrow, only about a kilometer across. It was no straight passage; not far from the entrance, it twisted away out of sight.
Lin Qing sent his Divine Sense inside, but it reached less than five hundred kilometers before the Astral Gale shredded it.
Divine Sense and Willpower were both intangible forces, so it was only natural that Willpower could touch Divine Sense.
And with no one controlling the Astral Gale here, it was especially violent, attacking any Divine Sense that entered it indiscriminately.
Even so, Lin Qing was surprised. He was no ordinary Eleventh Tier cultivator from the Ruins. His Divine Sense was already stronger than that of someone at the Peak Twelfth Tier.
Though it had yet to reach the level of a True Immortal, if the outside world recognized the Half-Immortal Realm, his Divine Sense would be at that level.
A violent nature alone would not be enough for the Wind Will here to shred his Divine Sense. It also had to be sufficiently strong—at least at the perfected level.
No wonder the people Hua Yao and the others had