THUD.
A spirit herb, bitten down to half its size, was tossed carelessly onto the ground by Wen Yu.
Even though he had lost a spirit herb that could increase poison resistance, Wen Yu didn't feel the slightest bit of regret.
There were simply too many spirit herbs, and he couldn't possibly eat anymore.
Looking at the piles upon piles of Immortal Herb Elixirs before him, reminiscent of harvested rice paddies, Wen Yu couldn't help but sigh inwardly—he hadn't expected to ever have such a 'fortunate' day.
"How long is left?"
"About two hours."
The Almighty Demon Vine's response informed Wen Yu that for the next couple of hours, he and his three soul pets would likely continue facing the bountiful harvest, which felt akin to corporal punishment.
