But even if it is Divine Blood.
It still exudes a pungent odor.
"Your Highness, how should we dispose of these corpses of the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals?"
Wang Jian stepped forward and asked respectfully.
His gaze swept over the devastation; having experienced countless battles, Wang Jian was naturally unfazed by the fall of these hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.
"It doesn't matter!"
Zhao Feng slightly raised his hand, signaling Wang Jian to say no more.
With a gentle wave of his right hand in the air, a simple yet exquisite jade bottle appeared in his palm. The bottle was engraved with mysterious runes, emitting a soft yet eerie glow—it was the Innate Low-grade Spiritual Treasure [Spiritual Charm Bottle].
Similarly.
After Zhao Feng obtained this Spiritual Charm Bottle, it had once brought considerable assistance to Qin.
It could extract Spiritual Charm from slain enemies to transform them into pills.
"Collect!"
