Robbers!
Robbers!
Far away, furious and venomous roars echoed one after another.
Back at the scene, Ye Wushuang held countless Storage Rings in his palm. Inside were Spirit Medicines, Spirit Pills, Treasure Medicines, and Spiritual Talents—a considerable amount.
"Not a bad haul."
Ye Wushuang wiped his nose and put the Storage Rings away. Although he knew this wasn't all of their treasures, easily obtaining so many resources was good enough.
If he had plundered everything from them, they would have likely fought to the death.
After putting the Storage Rings away, Ye Wushuang turned his head, only to see the others staring at him with strange expressions.
"What? Is there a problem?"
Ye Wushuang looked himself over before looking up to ask them.
They were speechless. He had just robbed so many people and was acting as if nothing had happened.
"Brother Ye, if we keep robbing people like this, won't we make too many enemies?"
Yang Qing'er asked timidly.
