The battle's terrifying thunder shook Cold Fir Town, its booming crashes like rolling thunder falling from the heavens. The residents were panic-stricken, especially when they saw that even the Card Adepts who normally swaggered around bullying others had gone pale with fear. Not a soul could be seen on the deserted streets, and every shop had its doors tightly shut.
Looting the spoils of battle was an immensely happy affair for anyone.
Xiao Bo and Sang Hanshui scurried back and forth, practically wagging their tails with delight, grinning so broadly they could barely close their mouths.
"Tsk, tsk, another five-star card. This guy was really loaded!" Xiao Bo smacked his lips, greed written all over his face as drool quietly dripped from his mouth.
Sang Hanshui had fallen into a half-crazed state. Stars filled his triangular eyes as he waved his arms and shouted, "We're rich, we're rich! Absolutely rich! So many cards! Heaven help us, there are even legacies!"
Half of the twenty Card Adepts had reached Level Seven or higher, meaning there were ten Level Seven Card Adepts. Naturally, anything these men carried on their persons was valuable. To prevent damage, they had also used materials with excellent protective properties to make their card pouches. Most of those pouches had survived intact, handing Chen Mu and his companions an effortless windfall. A few, however, had been reduced to ashes in the violent explosions.
Xiao Bo and Sang Hanshui practically scraped the ground three feet deep. Without the slightest hesitation, they searched every inch of the men's bodies. Not a single item escaped their combined looting.
The final tally came to eight five-star cards, four of which included legacies. As for the other assorted cards, there were too many to count. But how could anything these Card Adepts carried