Under the moonlight, the dazzling glow of Mystical Abilities gradually dimmed. The battle of Spouses Slaughtering Each Other was nearing its end.
On the Tea House's first floor, Ren Ye had racked up an impressive record, killing quite a few of Pan Lianrong's Supernatural Ability Users amid the chaos. Not only had he earned generous Gold Coin rewards, but he had also obtained plenty of rewards outside the mission through the Human Emperor's Forced Recruitment.
These included Star Sources, ordinary texts, Items and Magic Treasures, as well as junk such as underpants and personal diaries.
And, most unexpectedly, the Nether Mountain Ghost Child inside his Consciousness Space had suddenly appeared during the melee and swallowed two relatively powerful Yin Souls before retreating into the Bronze Statue and falling into a deep sleep.
He was like someone who had drunk too much; no amount of calling could wake him.
Boom!
Rumble!
Suddenly, a tremendous crash erupted into the sky.
Whoosh!
An aged figure rose, drenched in blood, and hovered in midair with a sword in hand, roaring, "She's dead! Everyone, retreat with me!"
Yin Tiger looked up and saw that the speaker was Daoist Jiang.
"Brother Tiger, time to go." Hearing this, Ren Ye immediately transmitted his voice to him.
"All right."
Blood dripped from Brother Tiger's white fur, and his enormous saber radiated a chilling cold. He looked like an evil ghost that had walked out of the road to the underworld, terrifying and brimming with murderous energy.
His face, however, was full of delight, and he wore a comfortable expression.
For him, mission mechanics that demanded brains were not his forte. Only a battlefield like this, where he could fight without thinking, truly suited the lord of the grasslands.
He had just killed no fewer Remnant Souls than Ren