Transformer

Sylas jogged forward and appeared by the side of several corpses. These were the people who hadn't managed to escape in time. Their faces were unrecognizable, and there was a sizeable number of them here to be sure.

The indifference on Sylas' face didn't change in the slightest as he poked around until he found what he wanted.

He pulled out several storage devices, and when he looked inside, his gaze flashed with a hidden brilliance.

There they were. The corpses of the Arctic King Cobras.

It wasn't all of them, but between all the spatial devices Sylas counted, he found 17 of them, and two of them were the Level 10 elites. From the 50 total he had had before, this was a far cry. But even so, this was more than he had expected.

After checking all of the Genes, he came out with a total of 19 Bronze Intelligence Genes. He got two each from the elites, and one more from each of the rest.