Yun Qinglian's face was full of admiration, Qin Yi's strength was undeniable, but there was a bit more resilience in her eyes. One day, she would definitely follow Qin Yi's footsteps and become strong.
Qin Yi said with a faint smile, "What are you waiting for? Retrieve the beast core."
Yun Qinglian came back to her senses from the shock and stepped forward slowly.
The death of the Iron Armor Fiery Centipede was extremely tragic, its huge body split in two, intestines spilled all over the ground.
Yun Qinglian's gaze moved to the head of the Iron Armor Centipede, where a cluster of red radiance was flickering—the beast core, intact. She had worried that Qin Yi's slash might have destroyed the beast core, but now it seemed she was overthinking.
Yun Qinglian extended the tip of her sword and gently flicked it, the fist-sized, red-glowing beast core flew up, and she grabbed it in her hand.
The beast core appeared hard, but holding it felt soft.
