"Ha ci" "Ha ci"
Two piercing sounds rang out, as Ye Cheng looked indifferently at the two struggling three-tailed sand cats pinned to the ground by the Blood Thunder Spear.
"Brother Ye!"
Glancing at the pitiful state of the disciple, Ye Cheng furrowed his brows and admonished, "You couldn't even handle two Spiritual Beasts of One Flower Heavenly Immortal level, it seems the quality of Thunder God Temple's elite disciples is getting worse."
"Deal with this here, the blood and flesh of the Heavenly Immortal Spiritual Beast is somewhat valuable."
Retrieving the Blood Thunder Spear, Ye Cheng flew towards another area with intense spiritual energy fluctuations.
After a long time, the disciple dared to lift his head: "Brother Ye's cultivation is getting stronger, probably not far from Golden Immortal, but what does that have to do with me."
