"Um... I'll go check if there's anything that needs help over there." He sprinted out of the Golden Light Zone, his mental strain suddenly skyrocketing, resisting the malice rushing towards him from all directions again.
Even though his mind was already very exhausted, he felt... it was safer outside of the Golden Light than inside.
Li Zheng walked amidst the twisted creatures' rotting flesh, reflecting on how many twisted creatures he had actually killed with his own hands. After much thought, he could only recall fighting with utter abandon, immersed entirely in the feeling of martial transparency, without paying attention to how many he slew.
So he could only leave it to fate; any Magic Crystals he could carry, he would.
The dozen or so White Magic Crystals he had collected along the way had long been discarded, replaced with more valuable Purple Magic Crystals, his coat pockets bulging, stuffed with no less than fifty, and he could no longer fit any more.
