As Yun Che pondered, he kept using Grab on the thieves holding their sports meet, continuing to stack his attributes like mad.
Exercise was, after all, particularly taxing on both mind and body. In less than twenty minutes, more than half the pirates had shriveled up helplessly and died on the spot.
Since Little Poke also counted as one of Yun Che's skills, the experience from those killed by the pink mist naturally went to him.
"Ding! Killed Huzu Thief (early-stage Spirit God). Experience +1.05 trillion." "Ding! Killed Huzu Thief (lower position god). Experience +5.5 trillion." "Ding! Killed Huzu Thief (late-stage Spirit God). Experience +3.33 trillion." "Ding! Killed Huzu..." "Ding! Congratulations on your realm breakthrough. Current realm: peak intermediate position god."
Another five minutes passed, and the last batch of combat specialists died of exhaustion. Yun Che immediately instructed Little Lolita to start collecting the thieves' godheads.
Only in exceedingly rare circumstances could a godhead become an inheritance left behind after death. Normally, once a person died, the godhead within their body lost its divinity and became nothing more than an ordinary crystal.
By their count, they had obtained 67 Huzu Thief godheads this time. They still needed 33 more to satisfy Mao Ji and trigger the hidden reward.
"Come on, let's head farther in and take a look. There's no reason for the Gǔzhōu Thief Group to keep staying in Wind Fiend Valley. There might be something good here."
The two followed a winding path into the valley. The deeper they went, the thicker the miasma became, even suppressing Yun Che's divine sense to some extent.
Eerie green points of light occasionally flickered on the surrounding rock walls, warnings given off by venomous insects lurking in the darkness.
Fu Qing gripped the Black Scythe tightly, not daring