Not Even an Inch of Grass Left Behind

"Greed is really toxic…"

Xiao Leng could not hang on for much longer. If not for the superior-grade divine artifact battle armor wrapped around his body, he would probably be dead already.

His heart was filled with regrets. If he had not been poisoned by greed and coveted after the Primitive Spiritual Treasure on Poison Spirit, he would not have come here for sure. If he did not agree to come, Jiang Yi himself would have thought twice about coming. He would not have been so rash.

Many bones in Xiao Leng's body were already broken. The two god bandits were very powerful and aggressive. Thankfully, his superior-grade divine artifact battle armor absorbed most of the impact. Otherwise, his entire body would be destroyed by now, not merely his bones.

"Die, die!"