“Huh? This is...”

Ye Qingyu landed on the ground, looking down at one of the Demon Wind-Winged Wolf corpse.

A dark green and clear ball of light, like sheep fat, appeared in the stomach of the giant wolf, shining and glistening, and with a trace of pure and rich energy fluctuating within.

Ye Qingyu squatted down, a layer of thin frost spreading out from his fingers, his palm turning into a sharp ice blade, and slowly and cautiously peeled this jade-like object from ...