"More capable than expected."
[Generous Gao Fang] grinned, his mouth full of glittering gold teeth.
As the owner and user of the Black Mist, no one was more aware of the loss of spiritual bodies than him.
The Black Mist had accumulated over decades, containing an immeasurable amount of spiritual bodies.
If it were just a few powerful spiritual bodies being destroyed, [Generous Gao Fang] wouldn't feel the least bit heartbroken, but now, a large number of spiritual bodies disappeared every moment.
The principle of accumulation, Gao Fang kept in mind more than anyone.
The spiritual bodies attacking Yang Yu and his team wouldn't circulate like wealth spread among the populace, eventually returning to his hands—once gone, they were gone for good.
Gao Fang smirked, "The [Corpse Collection Coffin] and those who can use the Holy Light are really troublesome.
Without them, those spiritual bodies would not disappear.
Killing magical beasts and using their souls as my own is hard work.
