The black sword blade, over ten feet long, did not pause as it sliced the black-robed elder into several chunks of flesh. Some of the low-level demonic beasts living here would surely find them very much to their liking.
Crack!
With their master dead, the two red throwing knives and the Flame-Red Arrow lost control. Their spiritual light rapidly faded, and they fell to the ground.
"Phew."
Liu Yu exhaled heavily. Though the battle had been brief, fighting with everything he had had drained him more than the assault on the Amethyst Mine, and his mind had been stretched taut.
He lowered the right hand he had pressed against his Storage Bag. In the end, matters had not reached the point where he needed to use his Talisman Treasure.
A Talisman Treasure that could easily cost thousands or even tens of thousands of spirit stones was exceedingly precious even to Liu Yu.
I must not linger here!
Liu Yu leaped forward, bounding across the branches several times to collect the magical artifacts scattered around the battlefield.
Then he approached the black-robed elder's remains, reached out, and drew the man's Storage Bag into his palm before fastening it to his waist.
With practiced ease, he breathed out the Azure Yang Demonic Flame, turning the flesh into fuel.
With that, the dust had settled. All he needed to do now was return to the territory controlled by the Primordial Yang Sect, and he would be safe.
Liu Yu was about to leave, but paused before departing to look at the fire the Profound Departure Sword had started in the woods.
After a moment's thought, he formed hand seals with both hands and cast the low-level Cloud and Rain Spell.
He drew upon the moisture in the air to form a moderately sized