The mountain wind brushed across the plateau, stirring the vine leaves not yet fully retracted, making a faint rustling sound.
Qin Tian stood still, aware that several Stele Demons were cautiously approaching from a distance.
Undoubtedly attracted by the energy ripple moments ago, they were intimidated by the sudden downfall of the three Tier Eight Stele Demons and hesitated to come closer.
However, there was no longer any need to entangle with these Stele Demons.
Jie La's realm had stabilized completely, and devouring more Stele Demons wouldn't be of much significance, instead wasting time. Moreover, lingering in this area further might displeasure some people.
Qin Tian waved his hand, and the scattered Tombstone Spirit Fragments ascended like fireflies, coalesce into a golden river, finally merging into a massive light sphere in his hand.
