"Little Gold's venom is getting more and more formidable." Huo Hai recalled Little Gold and praised it with satisfaction. Little Gold excitedly circled Huo Hai again and again, sending out waves of cheerful mental ripples.
In less than ten minutes, not a single person in the entire stronghold could still stand. Even the Flying Tiger Ancestor, who had survived until the end, was now on the brink of death. That was only because Little Gold's venom had fully dispersed and the poison it used had not been particularly potent to begin with. Otherwise, how could those three old fellows have lasted so long?
Huo Hai stepped forward. Little Gold's poison could not harm him in the slightest even if he did not use spiritual power to resist it. Without bothering to check whether the Flying Tiger Ancestor was dead, Huo Hai kicked him over and began searching his body.
"Sure enough, every expert in the Spirit King Realm has to carry some kind of spatial item." There really was a Spatial Ring on the Flying Tiger Ancestor. Once Huo Hai sent his Mental Power inside to inspect it, he quickly learned what it contained.
Afterward, Huo Hai curled his lip. "What a poor bastard." The Flying Tiger Ancestor's Spatial Ring contained only a dozen or so Spirit Crystals. Its Spirit Arts and Battle Spirit Arts were incredibly crude, not even as good as the ones Huo Hai had given Flying Fish. The Spirit Arts only went as far as the Second-Level Spirit King stage, and even that portion seemed incomplete. No wonder the Flying Tiger Ancestor had failed to break through after so many years.
Most Rogue Cultivators were actually just like them. Their own Spirit Arts were only partial. Either they did not know how to cultivate further and