"I'm not dead yet?" The excruciating pain from his wound made the martial artist acutely aware that he seemed to be alive. He struggled to stand up. The terrifying flames in front of him hadn't completely dissipated; the air was still filled with the residual heat of the fire, and the fiery wave from the Flame Lotus explosion continued to extend toward the cave, even accompanied by sharp cries.
"You take a rest for a while," Zhang Menglong casually picked up several red and blue vials from the ground and handed them to him, "I guess you've run out of supplies, right? Hurry and recover!"
The martial artist was so stupefied by Zhang Menglong looting the drop items on the ground that he even forgot to thank him. The items dropped from the Blood Demon Ant were like a small mountain. The Flame Lotus killed somewhere between eight thousand to ten thousand enemies, covering the ground with a thick layer.
