"Not enough!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
He gathered all the storage bags Teng Yingkong had thrown over, sneering as he looked at the storage bag on Teng Yingkong's waist.
"Human brat! Don't go too far!" Teng Yingkong said grimly.
Zhang Xiaohao slapped his hand, taking out the remaining ten small mountain magic artifacts.
With a single point of his finger, these small mountain artifacts expanded in the wind, all becoming gigantic peaks ten zhang tall.
"You know what to do, right?" Zhang Xiaohao said with a cold smile.
"Phew!" Teng Yingkong took a deep breath, glaring fiercely at Zhang Xiaohao. If looks could kill, Teng Yingkong would have slaughtered Zhang Xiaohao a thousand times over. As the hostile Yin Yellow Sand, thousands of zhang high, closed in from behind, reducing the distance between them to less than five hundred meters; once engulfed, there would be no escape but death.
"Treasures can be regained, but a lost life truly cannot!" Teng Yingkong comforted himself this way.
