Ji Xinghuo turned around and went back to the middle section of the canyon, where some Stone Scythe Demons had not yet died. Seeing him return, they dragged their heavily injured bodies, desperately trying to crawl away.
He shook his head and casually shot out arrows, putting them out of their misery.
Among them, a few Stone Scythe Demons were playing dead, but they couldn't fool Ji Xinghuo's perception. An arrow shot toward them turned their feigned death into a real one.
His Spiritual Origin Ability increased by several dozen points.
With the last Stone Scythe Demon's wail, the canyon finally fell completely quiet.
"A great harvest!"
Ji Xinghuo rubbed his hands together happily.
Then, looking at the more than a thousand monster corpses, he couldn't help but mutter to himself that gathering Mutant parts from so many corpses would take a long time.
But this was a happy problem to have.
