Su Qi didn't pay attention to everyone's gaze.
He casually threw out a slow healing, helping everyone to recover from their injuries: "Time is short, gather the trophies and prepare to evacuate."
After speaking.
He stared intently at the mist formed by the dense alien aura.
At this moment.
Even with all states at their peak, he felt an inexplicable palpitation, as if a great terror was about to emerge from the mist.
The reason he wasn't eager to leave.
Was to test the power of the Holy Spear that had been charging for nearly 10 minutes.
Ideally, it would take down a big one, and even if it couldn't, he wanted to see where his current limits were!
At this time, the Holy Spear in his hand had reached its peak, scorching hot like a branding iron, concentrated to substantial form.
The transcendents on the battlefield dared not slacken the least.
Quickly searching among the blood clots on the ground for Fierce Beast Crystal Cores.
