Comparing the few Blood Cores of different sizes in his hand, Fang Cheng had a rough guess in mind.
The probability of a Blood Core forming, as well as its quality, was in absolute positive correlation with the individual strength of the Mutant Beast.
The stronger the Mutant Beast, the larger the Blood Core it condensed, and the purer the Life Energy contained within.
And this pure Life Energy crystal was precisely the "food" most coveted by those Black Monsters lurking inside the storm.
Fang Cheng reached back to touch the marching pack on his back, pulled open the side zipper, and tossed the three newly acquired trophies inside.
Counting the two small Blood Cores he'd dug out earlier, he now had six in hand.
Fang Cheng held the slightly dim bead that had been partially devoured by a Black Monster in his palm, quietly feeling the warm energy leaking out from within.
For a Martial Artist's True Qi cultivation, this thing was undoubtedly an excellent tonic.
