The dark golden armor covering the whole body dimmed along with the blue Dragon Core on the chest and completely dissipated into the air.
Mu Fan inserted the short stick with a retracted scythe blade into his side and casually removed the Dragon Core, countless Jade White Bone Fragments condensed in his palm with his movements.
Lu Qingxue followed beside Mu Fan, quietly taking out a cloth bag to cover the Jade White Bone Ball, then held it in her hand.
Their actions were as if they had cooperated countless times with such tacit understanding.
A 500-meter-long unmanned passage had already formed in front of them.
A "Y"-shaped road intersection appeared before Mu Fan, he looked at an old, oil drum-like trash can in front of him and casually tossed the still unmelted Ice Crystal head.
The head, maintaining the cold expression it had in life, landed atop the trash surrounded by sand flies.
