Translator: Silavin As the horde of Demonic Beasts scattered, the pressure dissipated. Many members of the Dawn Mercenary Group sat down, exhausted. The fierce battle earlier have consumed too much of their energy.
Translator: Silavin The Diabolical Mist Leopard pounced. A foul wind swept through. Xiang Ya, who was on the ground, was caught paralyzed with fear. She was unable to move. Only a desolate, tragic smile flashed across her delicate face. “No!” Seeing this scene, the mercenaries from the Dawn Mercenary Group felt their eyes about to burst. They wanted to rush over to intervene, but it was already too late.
Translator: Silavin “Little Brother, please take care of Little Xuan and the others. We’re really short on manpower.” Xiang Wu suddenly turned his head and loudly called out in Qin Yichen’s direction. Hearing these words, many of the mercenary group members were stunned. After a day of interaction, they had become somewhat familiar with Qin Yichen. However, he had not shown anything particularly extraordinary. For Xiang Wu to entrust him with this task…
Translator: Silavin Beast Soul was the Core left behind after the death of a Demonic Beast at the Spirit Realm or above. Spirit Realm and above!
Translator: Silavin “I hope nothing goes wrong…” Qin Yichen’s prayer did not come true. This journey was destined to be an eventful one. They had not walked far when they were attacked by a second wave of Demonic Beasts, even more ferocious than the first. Even Xiang Wu received a moderate wound on his chest.
Translator: Silavin The status of an Alchemy Master was different no matter where they went.
Translator: Silavin Drunken revelry! This phrase perfectly described Qin Yichen’s current life.
Translator: Silavin Qin Yichen had a wonderful dream. So wonderful that he was reluctant to wake up.
