The scarlet glow of the Bright Red Nichirin Sword slowly faded, and Crimson Interval returned to its original ink-black appearance.
Lin Yang sheathed it with a reverse grip, in excellent spirits.
He could not have been more satisfied with this Soul Skill.
Perhaps his next few Soul Rings could lean toward gold and fire attributes.
Just then, Dugu Bo glanced at the enormous corpse of the Crimson-Feathered Golden Eagle Emperor nearby and gave a playful smile. "Boy, aren't you going to check whether this Golden Eagle Emperor left anything behind?"
"A Soul Bone, you mean."
Lin Yang chuckled, unsurprised.
Given how deeply the Crimson-Feathered Golden Eagle Emperor had hated him, there was a very high chance it would drop a Soul Bone, and its quality would certainly be good.
"That luck of yours... I really don't know what to say."
Dugu Bo clicked his tongue twice, his eyes full of envy.
The boy probably had no fewer than six Soul Bones already.
Three of them were External Soul Bones whose value rivaled a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.
Now he had added another eighty-thousand-year Soul Bone.
If a goddess of luck truly existed, her favoritism was so lopsided it had tipped all the way to her navel.
While Dugu Bo was muttering to himself, Lin Yang had already cut open the corpse with Crimson Interval and extracted the Soul Bone from its flesh.
A fist-sized Soul Bone reflected a dazzling luster in the sunlight.
It was a left leg bone.
Golden-red throughout, it looked like a piece of metal, with faint flame patterns flowing across its surface.
It felt warm in his hand.
Dugu Bo leaned over for a look, smacked his lips, then waved a hand.
"Hurry up and absorb it. I'll stand guard."
Lin Yang naturally did not