Chen Luo rubbed his hands together, a little excited, as though he were opening a mystery box.
He rolled back the sack, revealing Seth's face.
Seth had been struck by Old Six's most vicious skill, Face-Mangling Kick.
His entire face really had been mangled beyond recognition. His eyes no longer looked like eyes, and his nose no longer looked like a nose.
The most striking feature was Seth's crooked mouth.
His mouth, which had originally sat in the middle of his face, had been forcibly shifted to the right.
Chen Luo scratched his head. Did the kick hit his mouth?
Whatever. With a chuckle, Chen Luo stripped the Spatial Ring off Seth's hand.
The space inside measured around twenty cubic meters and contained some everyday supplies, books, loose currency, and a Purple Crystal Card.
He grabbed the Purple Crystal Card, took out his card reader, and swiped it hard.
Chen Luo's face turned green.
Balance: 1314520.
Over a million Violet Crystals.
That was a fair amount, all things considered. Huang Yao's entire fortune was only a little over two million, though whether he had been telling the truth was another matter. Some God Rank experts really were so poor they had to sell their clothes.
But Seth was a Space Demigod, a master of Spatial Teleportation who had lived for nearly two thousand years. There was no way this was all he had.
Chen Luo had expected at least ten million Violet Crystals.
Didn't you say you were rich?
Chen Luo's hands trembled. He was so angry he wanted to crush the Purple Crystal Card.
He searched the entire Spatial Ring but found nothing valuable, or even anything that looked valuable.
Could Seth have hidden his wealth somewhere else?
Suddenly realizing something, Chen Luo hurriedly reached into the