"Are all these Silver Death Warriors cowards? How come I haven't run into a single one?" Shen Haoran muttered, displeased, as he gazed at the bleak landscape in the distance.
Shen Haoran had already slain seventeen Black Iron Death Warriors. While the pure Spiritual Power that flowed back from the Black Iron Death Warrior Medals wasn't negligible, it was a mere drop in the bucket for him. He urgently needed more powerful Death Warriors, but he hadn't encountered a single Silver one along the way.
"Sigh…" Shen Haoran could only let out a long sigh. 'After all, you can't force these things. It all comes down to luck.' He shook his head, clearing away the distracting thoughts, and pressed onward. Besides hunting Death Warriors, he also had to find Murong Wanqing. The thought of leaving her alone in this Secret Realm made him uneasy.
BOOM...
