The ground was littered with dust but also storage treasures. Xue Wei did not mind it and waved his hand, qi erupted from his body and dragged the storage treasures towards him where it landed in front of him, turning into a small mountain.
He quickly put them into his own storage treasure. Now was not the time to check their spoils of war.
Although the battle had been effortless, the fact that so many undead cultivators had appeared was a sign of something dangerous happening on the island.
Before going any further, Xue Wei checked his stock of soul calming pills. He had easily been able to connect the dots - the ones who entered the island without something to combat the fierce killing intent would end up as mindless undead, wandering the island and slowly lose all their soul power.
Some of the experts on the island had already turned to dust long ago, so storage treasures were randomly laying on the ground.