The strength of each Beastman varied significantly. The strongest among them had all been snatched away by the war-hungry Asuras. The casualties among the common Immortals were within Chen Jiuge's expectations; it was, perhaps, even a battle with the wind at their backs.
Watching his subordinates busily collecting Spirit Plants and Treasures to place on the Flying Boat, a slight smile appeared on Chen Jiuge's face.
"This is mine."
"It's clearly mine!"
The two buddies, Tian Que and Da Bai, were grasping a finely crafted golden lion statue, arguing and spitting at each other.
Chen Jiuge took a brief glance and then couldn't tear his eyes away.
He stood up and picked up the golden lion statue from the hands of the two young ones. Despite its warmth, Mana was constantly surging within it. Chen Jiuge exclaimed in shock, "A Lionman's heritage?"
