The fierce wind gradually subsided, and the blood mist filling the sky slowly settled.
On the deathly silent, ravaged ancient battlefield, the dark elder's fallen body had long since lost every trace of life. The Saint Pinnacle pressure that had once intimidated an entire region had utterly vanished, leaving only a cold corpse sprawled amid broken stones and pools of blood.
Shi Hao swayed slightly, relying on his Saint soul to descend slowly from the air to the ground.
The savage wound stretching across his back still burned with relentless pain. Pitch-black remnants of the Darkness Laws clung stubbornly to his flesh, sinews, and bones, continually consuming his vitality and spiritual energy. Every breath tugged at his severed meridians, bringing bone-piercing, heart-rending pain.
But beneath the exhaustion in the young man's eyes, the crushing weight of certain death had completely lifted.
He walked slowly to the dark elder's corpse, bent down, and reached out to gently remove an ancient, dark black-iron ring covered in dark patterns from its finger.
The moment his fingertips touched the ring, he sensed the dense fluctuations of Saint spiritual energy lingering within. This was a storage artifact exclusive to Saint experts, something ordinary warriors could neither refine nor handle.
This was the greatest spoil of the battle-the Dark Saint elder's storage ring.
With a slight stir of his mind, Shi Hao sent a strand of pure soul power through his fingertips.
As the Klan Empire's Heir Apparent, he had been personally nurtured since childhood by Empress Kelin Xiaoman, with a God-level expert protecting him year-round. His foundations, resources, and breadth of knowledge far surpassed those of ordinary cultivators. Saint treasures and high-level secret scrolls that ordinary cultivators prized were, to him, merely commonplace items among his reserves. Moreover, the personal storage ring Grand Duke Kelin