Translator: Aran

  “Huh? This is……”


  Ye Qingyu landed on the ground, looking down at one of the Demon Wind-Winged Wolf corpse.

  A dark green and clear ball of light, like sheep fat, appeared in the stomach of the giant wolf, shining and glistening, and with a trace of pure and rich energy fluctuating within.

  Ye Qingyu squatted down, a layer of thin frost spreading out from his fingers, his palm turning into a sharp ice blade, and slowly and cautiously peeled this j..