"I'm gonna collect tonight," Riley said with a wide grin, his tone as casual as if he were talking about picking fruit from a tree.
The others stared at him in stunned silence.
To them, he looked less like a cultivator and more like a myth made flesh—a monster cloaked in human skin.
In this realm, everyone had been stripped of their cultivation bases, forbidden from using any secret techniques.
Even their spiritual senses were dulled, reduced to that of mortals.
And yet Riley had carved through a beast that should've been impossible to kill—let alone kill alone.
"How…?" someone whispered, though no one dared voice it louder.
The blood-soaked ground where the giant serpent had fallen was still warm.
Its massive body lay coiled in death, its scales glinting like molten silver in the shifting light of the realm.
"Is that all you ever think about?" Diana asked softly, stepping up beside him.
