96 The Triple-Everything Troops, Beating Up The Dragon King

During Meng Lei's mad bombardment of spells just now, the number of Bloodthirsty Iron-Crystal Ants that had perished in his hands had exceeded several tens of thousands, leaving behind approximately the same number of magic cores, too.

A single sixth-grade magic core was worth up to 10,000 gold coins. He could definitely sell them for tens of millions of gold coins with all of them put together!

Tens of millions of gold coins!

How could he let them off?

Meng Lei had just so been thinking about how he should collect those magic cores when he saw what had just happened—100,000 Double-Legged Flying Dragons scrambling for the magic cores on the ground like hungry ghosts, clearly treating them as theirs.

"You damned dogs, how dare you steal my magic cores!?"

Meng Lei flew into a rage, his eyes turning savage.