On a vast plain, a small squad of ten members from the Black Demon Sect was sitting cross-legged, refining the essence of a Spirit Race team they had just killed into pills.
"Big brother, this Battlefield of Inheritances is really a treasure trove. So many geniuses for us to hunt, it's like each one is a powerful supplement. If it weren't for the cultivation level restrictions set by the Battlefield of Inheritances, I could break through to the mid-stage of Divinity Transformation by now," a ferocious-looking young man said with a wild laugh.
"No hurry, no hurry. We'll keep hunting the talents of the major worlds, accumulating a solid foundation. When we get out, we'll be able to break through to the Peak of the Divine Transformation in no time," Xiong Yingfei said as he stood up, hands behind his back, walking with a dragon-like stride and a tiger-like pace, exuding an air of dominance.
"Hm?" Suddenly, his expression changed, and he sharply turned to look ahead.