Brother Xiaowei and the others firmly decided to give up body cultivation. Qin Feng put the Demon Corpse into the Storage Ring and looked at them with disdain, "You guys, can't even endure a little hardship, why bother cultivating at all!"
Brother Xiaowei chuckled bitterly, "Brother Qin, you have the Witch Race bloodline, naturally strong in bone and flesh, we can't compare with you. If we're exposed to Demon Fire, we'd definitely turn to ashes!"
Yan Danfeng added, "Indeed, the fire on the Demon Corpse is extraordinary, not a natural worldly fire, but a self-ignited flame from his blood. This fire contains Demon Poison, not something ordinary people can withstand!"
Mao Baiqing curiously asked, "Brother Qin, where did you get this Demon Corpse?"
Qin Feng replied, "Under a mountain peak in the Southern Border, strangely, it had no head or limbs, just a torso!"
"Southern Border?"
