Phew!
Su Mu exhaled deeply, and the boiling blood within him gradually calmed down.
"When a person is killed, they die, martial artists, alien races are no exception."
"I just want to survive... Miaomiao and Xiaoyue are still waiting for me outside."
Su Mu looked at the dead alien race on the ground, and his emotions quickly returned to calm. Meeting on the battlefield was a fight of life and death, there's no right or wrong, his own strength and ability made survival possible.
The opponent was too overconfident, acting rashly even after being schemed against was a key factor.
Su Mu flicked Cold Moon in his hand, shaking off the blood, then wiped the bloodstain completely clean on the alien race's corpse before sheathing the sword. From Yida, he found two nearly identical wolf fang-shaped rings.
"As expected."
Su Mu infused Qi and Blood into the ring to activate it. Entering the introspection state, he was slightly disappointed.
