The alien's corpse toppled into the interwoven shades of pale yellow and crimson, adding another few splashes of blood to the reed marsh.
Shi Ming held the Blade of Chaos.
His Spiritual Power swept across the reed marsh, sensing more of the same creatures lurking in the shadows of the blood-colored plants.
'So this is one of the aliens?'
'What a shame.'
'There's no energy in their blood, so I can't absorb it. They have no destiny of their own, so I can't usurp anything with the Ten Thousand Forms Sanctuary. These aliens might not even count as living creatures.'
'Or perhaps they're a completely different form of existence?'
After killing several aliens, he'd gained no stat points. Even the evil touch from the Abyss Lord's Extremely Evil Sanctuary hadn't increased.
He had gained absolutely nothing.
This displeased Shi Ming greatly.
