The Silver Striped Blood Corpse took a deep breath and it finally backed down. After sleeping for hundreds of years, its power had dropped dramatically - not even one-twentieth of its peak strength. The fact that it was already severely injured made the situation even worse.
“You can f*** off out of the cave and leave the ring as well as the bag behind and I’ll let you live.”
A sharp azure glow appeared on Zhao Feng’s left eye as he retorted.
“Ring? Bag? You’re courting death!!”