"Master, that detestable fellow has already been burned to death by me!"
The Golden Crow presented the treasure to Yang Zhenshan.
Yang Zhenshan took it without a close look and directly tossed it into the warehouse in the Spirit Source Land.
Now was not the time to check the spoils of war, as the surrounding battle was at its peak.
He glanced upwards, the two battlefields had merged into one, with Jian Changhe and Jian Guyun's group still entangled with Sheng Youhuang and Li Xuanxiao, temporarily unable to determine a victor.
He paid no attention to the battle in the sky. Although the win or loss of the high-level combatants would greatly affect the outcome of this war, that was Jian Changhe's concern. If Jian Changhe lost, continuing this war would be meaningless.
Retracting his gaze, Yang Zhenshan looked towards the battlefield below.
The battleground had already shifted from the city walls to outside the city, with Qu Changkong leading the Yujing Guard to charge out.
