At the same time, he cast several magic techniques, enveloping the Jade Spirit Marrow in that hollow. Instantly, the Jade Spirit Marrow was condensed by his magical power into a fist-sized Spiritual Marrow Ball, which he divided into five jade bottles.
"Got it! Hell yeah!"
Lin Chang'sheng put away the Jade Spirit Marrow, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.
"Damn it! That brat didn't die! He actually went in and took the Jade Spirit Marrow!"
At this moment, just over ten miles outside the valley, a bald, middle-aged man in black robes—with a small coffin insignia embroidered on his lapel—glared toward the direction of the cave with fury on his face.
Just now.
His divine sense had probed into the cave, and he saw the young man at the Foundation Establishment Third Layer, who'd been swept into the stone wall by the Cold Jade Snow Python, take away the Jade Spirit Marrow inside.
