Refining Dragonflies

Huo Hai paid no attention at all to what happened to the mercenaries. Those mercenaries were enemies; whether they lived or died had nothing to do with him. Of course, if they truly dared stand before him, Huo Hai would not mind sending them to their deaths.

Perhaps because he had gone too deep, after the first day Huo Hai did not see another mercenary. The fact that these mercenaries could join the Underground Mercenary Guild proved that there were not many true experts among them. Mijia Mountain was a place even Spirit Practitioner Realm experts did not dare enter casually without forming a team. How could these mercenaries dare act recklessly?

If they rushed in, aside from becoming an extra dish for some Spirit Beasts, they would probably serve no other purpose. Only at the very beginning, when Huo Hai had not gone far inside, had those fellows succeeded in ambushing him—and that was because something had gone wrong with the Star Gu.

For the next while, Huo Hai followed the river upstream. Blood-Red Dragonflies reproduced much like ordinary dragonflies. They laid their larvae in the water, and after hatching, the young emerged. Insects had always possessed terrifying reproductive abilities.

Besides, even if all the Blood-Red Dragonflies were killed, it had nothing to do with Huo Hai. He would not accommodate others just because they needed a certain material. When had they ever considered him while he was being good to them? Look at the mercenaries outside. If no one had made a move, why would these mercenaries have come to hunt him down? Unfortunately, they did not know much either.

Underground mercenaries were underground mercenaries; much of what they did could not bear the light of day. Thus, when accepting missions, they basically did not know who had