"Evil tide, evil spirits."
Xu Yang's eyes flickered with light.
Just what I needed, and now it appears.
According to what that guy said, evil qi and evil spirits of this level are valuable for him.
On one hand, he could use it to temper his resistance to evil qi; on the other, he could refine evil qi and evil spirits into pills.
"Thanks."
Xu Yang cupped his hands slightly, then strode straight into the evil qi zone.
Seeing Xu Yang's actions, the martial artist raised an eyebrow: "High-tier True Monarch, yet so decisive—looks like he's not simple."
"Fuck it, I'm not going in."
With lingering fear, he glanced at the surging tide of evil qi, cursed under his breath, and quickly left.
As soon as Xu Yang entered the evil qi, he heard chaotic noises everywhere.
He focused his eyes—some were grappling with evil spirits; some had red eyes filled with violence, losing control of their minds and attacking anyone on sight.
