Behind the beast horde, a trace of viciousness flickered in Xuan Wuchang's cold eyes. He had expended his essence blood to unleash his innate divine ability and trigger this beast tide, yet regrettably, he had failed to wipe out the cultivators of all three factions.
That had been within his expectations. All three factions had trump cards, after all. What he had not expected was that the treasure that old fossil Danyangzi had bestowed upon Li Changfeng could deliver three strikes, each comparable to a Golden Core cultivator's all-out attack. Otherwise, those three factions would have lost even more cultivators.
Even so, the beast tide had left behind more than ten cultivator corpses. Thanks to his deliberate restraint, most of them had been preserved.
The innate divine ability that triggered the beast tide had been his greatest trump card on this venture. Now that the tide had passed, his trump card was completely spent, just like those of the three factions.
As he gazed at the cultivator corpses streaked with fresh blood, a hint of greed surfaced on Xuan Wuchang's pale face. Once he devoured them, he could replenish the essence blood he had lost.
However, the period of weakness following the use of this divine ability would still last for some time, unless he could devour a great number of cultivator corpses in short order.
With a leap, Xuan Wuchang became a phantom and headed toward the place where the cultivators had been surrounded. A few breaths later, eleven cultivator corpses had been added to his Storage Ring. Three other corpses were already mangled beyond recognition and drained of essence blood, leaving nothing worth devouring. He left them where they lay.
"They were fleeing for their lives, yet still remembered to pick up other cultivators' Storage Rings?!" Looking at