A black storage bag fell from his corpse, plummeting towards the ground.
"Come to me!" Zhang Xiaohao growled lowly.
With a grab of his right hand, he caught the falling storage bag.
Casually, he tucked it into his bosom.
After finishing all this, Zhang Xiaohao did not even glance at the flesh on the ground, standing with hands behind his back, looking at the Black Dragon Saint Heir's battlefield.
It seemed he could feel Zhang Xiaohao's gaze.
At this moment, under the continuous bombardment of the Black Dragon Saint Heir, although each of the 108 Golden Men was at the Early Stage of the Void Transformation Realm, combined with the array, they could emit a strength comparable to the Early Wheel Palace Realm.
Yet, facing the Black Dragon Saint Heir, they had been crushed from the start of the battle.
By now, the battle left them with no strength for a counterattack.
Suddenly.
"Black Dragon Destruction—break for me!" the Black Dragon Saint Heir let out a low growl.
