The disciples of the Cloudcrest Sect, though disheveled, had wide grins on their faces. They were about to vanquish this Rank 4 beast. Not only would they have the carcass of a Rank 4 beast, but they would also obtain the Rank 4 herb, the Vermilion Spirit Grass.
In their minds, their scheme of using Adrian as bait was completely worth it. What was the life of a Foundation Establishment realm cultivator compared to a Rank 4 herb? In their thoughts, sacrificing Adrian was a no-brainer.
Not only was he weak, but he was also alone, with no team to protect him. No one would raise any complaints if someone like that disappeared in the ever-dangerous Crimson Peak mystic realm.
"All right, this beast is already on its last legs. Let's end it and grab the Vermilion Spirit Grass quickly.That brat must have already been torn to shreds by the Flame Wolf pack, and it wouldn't be long before they come back.If we waste too much time, we won't be able to take the herb."
