"Dogs biting dogs, although quite a spectacle,"
"didn't end as one might have hoped."
In a matter of seconds, nearly a hundred were dead or wounded, and even True Martial Strong People like the burly man with the dark face had been turned by the witches, transformed into gleaming Fire Obsidian.
Blind Qing's speed was exceptionally fast; like a ghostly apparition, he flickered across the field, pocketing about ten Yao Stones, then turned and fled north, disappearing without a trace.
Seeing this, Xia Feng's brow furrowed involuntarily—this was damn frustrating.
Although Blind Qing and his followers had used up 30 Yao Stones when they awoke, there were still 200 intact, and on the battlefield, Blind Qing had collected about another 60.
A total of 260 stones—Xia Feng had never seen such a quantity of Yao Stones, and it made him quite envious.
With so many, if he could—well, "borrow" them— it would be enough for him to easily complete his collection of Water Bright Stones.
