[Name: Jiang Ye]
[Huanglong Merit: 20500]
"The merit points have skyrocketed by over five thousand?" Jiang Ye was stunned.
Itâs important to note that previously, he only gained fifty merit points from killing a mid-period Eight Breaks savage native.
But now?
By killing Hongfang and the others, he actually gained over five thousand points!
It wasnât just Jiang Ye.
"Look quickly, my merit points increased by over five hundred!"
"I gained more than a thousand points!"
"Hahaha, weâve struck it rich." Zi Yaozhi and Mo Xin were equally delighted.
Although they didnât score many kills, as long as they contributed in the battle, they would certainly receive Huanglong Merit afterward.
This is why many chose to join a powerful team.
As long as the team defeats the enemy, the entire team benefits from it.
"It seems."
"Killing powerhouses of the Alien Race Civilization is more profitable than killing the natives," Jiang Ye realized: "The merit rewards have a hundredfold difference."
"Furthermore."
"These powerhouses of the secondary civilization have many treasures on them." Jiang Ye focused his mind and found himself in the ruins, collecting the treasures left behind by Hongfang and others.
What caught Jiang Yeâs attention the most was that earth-yellow armor.
Divine Level Armor!
When Jiang Ye touched it, he immediately felt a rich and solid wave, as if he was not touching a piece of armor but the core of the earth itself, with an endless sense of weight.
"Itâs truly divine-level," Jiang Ye felt a surge of joy in his heart.
This kind of wave was familiar to him.
Only divine-level treasures could convey such unfathomable waves, making it impossible to detect their true depth.
"Buzz~" Jiang Ye channeled Star Energy into the armor.
With Hongfang dead, it was now unowned, naturally being refined by Jiang Ye almost instantly.
Whoosh!
The divine-level armor burst into an earth-yellow halo, then immediately entered Jiang Yeâs body, transforming into a soft inner armor that fit snugly against his body.
Instantly, an invisible force surrounded Jiang Ye.
"With this armor to protect me, even an Eight Breaks powerhouse cannot break through my defense," Jiang Ye thought: "Unfortunately, this armor only covers the torso and cannot protect the head and limbs."
It was because Hongfang was hit in the head by the Ashen Law that he perished on the spot.
If not for that, Jiang Ye wouldnât have killed him so easily.
"Huh?"
"There are even more divine-level treasures?" Jiang Ye opened Hongfangâs storage treasure, his eyes lighting up.
Inside Hongfangâs storage treasure were three items emitting majestic auras, all of which were divine-level!
"Divine Escape Talisman?" With his keen eyes, Jiang Ye recognized the origins of these three treasures.
The Divine Escape Talisman is a divine object used for escaping with oneâs life.
When activated, it can ignore spatial confinement and instantly escape a thousand miles away.
Previously, it was thanks to this item that Hongfang managed to break free from Jiang Yeâs Holy Domain confinement, nearly escaping to safety.
"Hongfang was just a follower of a Talent, yet he had so many divine-level treasures?"
"Then Mo Wushuang, wouldnât he have even more treasures on him?" Jiang Yeâs eyes flickered, and he felt a bit heavy-hearted.
These Talents are not only powerful themselves.
More importantly, every Talent is typically a direct disciple of a God, so they are never short of treasures.
For instance, even Zi Yaozhi might not be able to produce two divine-level treasures.
But for a Talent, having ten or even twenty such treasures is just a trifling matter.
"How strong is Mo Wushuangâs true power?" Jiang Ye fell into deep thought.
He had a premonition.
This Mo Wushuang might be his future nemesis.
From the moment he killed Hongfang, the enmity was formed, and given that both sides are already in opposing camps, a deadly battle is inevitable when they meet.
The only consolation.
The territory of the Star Domain Battlefield is vast, so perhaps they wonât meet anytime soon.
"Brother Wang!"
While Jiang Ye was contemplating, Zi Yaozhi and the others flew over.
"By killing these people, wonât Mo Wushuang hold a grudge?" Zi Yaozhi said solemnly, realizing the gravity of the situation.
Mo Xin and the others also looked worried.
Being targeted by a Talent? Thatâs definitely not good news.
Even with the strength Jiang Ye displayed, itâs nowhere near enough to contend with a Talent.
"If I hadnât killed them, would Mo Wushuang become friends with us?" Jiang Ye replied calmly: "Mo Wushuang is a Talent of the Cangxu Civilization, and if he encounters us, it would still be a fight to the death."
"Otherwise."
"Did you really think he would spare you?" Jiang Ye shook his head.
He understood what some in the team were thinking.
Previously, Mo Wushuang had said that if Jiang Ye spared Hongfangâs life today, he too would spare Jiang Ye and his team in the future.
If he were a Talent from their own camp, those words might have some credibility.
But Mo Wushuang is from the enemy camp!
And this is a battlefield!!
On a battlefield, when enemies meet, is there any reason to let them go? Itâs bound to be a fight to the death.
So from the beginning, Jiang Ye never believed Mo Wushuangâs words.
Mo Wushuangâs remarks were merely an attempt to shake the resolve of Jiang Yeâs team, and if anyone really believed him, they would have fallen into his trap.
"The captain is right."
"We werenât thinking thoroughly."
"Enemies have no reason to be spared, do they?" Mo Xin and the others realized, expressing their newfound understanding.
At this moment, Zhao Zishuang, dressed in ragged clothes with faint marks on her snow-white skin, suddenly stepped forward.
"Jiang Ye."
"...Iâm sorry." A flush of embarrassment appeared on her cold and pretty face as she spoke softly: "Iâve caused you trouble."
She was well aware.
Had it not been for saving her, Jiang Ye might not have provoked such formidable enemies.