295 Greed of the Ten Thousand Sceneries
But at this moment, Ten Thousand Sceneries had completely recovered, with a hint of bloodthirst in his eyes, an impulse to kill wildly.
Yet he held back.
He looked at the mummified village chief in front of him, as if weathered for a century. It was a bit of a pity, consumed just like that.
How wasteful.
But the fact that he had fully recovered and was stronger by a few degrees was undeniable.
He then took out the Bone Bell and the Flying Bone Sword, inspecting the two magical artifacts.
The Bell had dimmed only slightly after two Essence Blood eruptions, recovery wouldn't be hard. Burying it for two days in a place heavy with Yin Qi, or a normal adult's essence would suffice.
However, the Flying Bone Sword had more cracks, blasted apart, it would likely require about ten people to restore.
He felt a bit of heartache. If he were back home, finding a Bone Demon to obtain a Spirit Bone would suffice for recovery.
