"He must still have a lot of top-grade spiritual stones on him!" the lean man said with a sly smile, anticipation gleaming in his eyes.
When the dust and fog from their attack finally settled, the two men froze in place, stunned.
There was nothing left where they had attacked. No body, no trace of battle—just a bare hole in the ground, surrounded by ashes that drifted past like a fading memory.
"Eh?" the lean man muttered.
"Is this man too weak? Was he really just blown apart?" the black-faced man sneered.
"I think so," the lean man quickly replied. "Let's look for the storage ring."
The two men crouched, beginning to search the area meticulously.
Suddenly, a playful, taunting voice sounded right behind their ears.
"Hey, you two, what are you guys trying to find?"
The two jumped, terror flashing through their eyes as if stung by invisible thorns digging deep beneath their flesh.
Just as they opened their mouths to speak, they felt sharp cuts open their necks.
