After tidying up the altar, Ling Tian and A Li began to harvest the corpses of the Faceless Ones, stitched monsters, and minotaurs they had killed, collecting their demon cores and horns.
Once Ling Tian finished, he and A Li walked out of the mine.
About a hundred meters outside the mine, Feng Xiaoxi and Aurora were still waiting. Feng Xiaoxi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, while Aurora appeared calm and composed.
"Aurora, do you think something happened to Ling Tian and A Li? Why haven't they come out yet? Should we go in and check? What if they need support?"
"Heh, Xiaoxi, there's no need for that. You have no idea about Ling Tian and A Li's strength! Even if thousands of Faceless Ones attacked, it would be almost impossible to pose a fatal threat to them! In other words, if even they can't handle the enemies, us going in would just be sending ourselves to our deaths."
Hearing Aurora's words, Feng Xiaoxi felt very dejected. She thought she was quite capable, but in their eyes, she was just a weakling. This was a blow to her pride. However, thinking back to Florida, and those few days at the Slaim camp, the terrifying pythons and crocodiles were like lizards and spicy strips in the hands of Ling Tian and the little demon with the sheep horn hammer. Feng Xiaoxi immediately felt at ease. As the saying goes, comparing yourself to others leads to despair, and comparing yourself to monsters every day is just asking for trouble.
Just then, Aurora pointed towards the mine entrance, "Look, they're coming!"
Ling Tian and A Li emerged from the mine, each carrying two large bags. They placed the bags on the ground with a thud, kicking up dust everywhere.
"What's in here?" Feng Xiaoxi asked curiously. As she spoke, she reached out and opened one of the bags. Upon seeing its contents, she was stunned. The bag was filled to the brim with demon cores, numbering in the dozens, perhaps even a hundred. She then turned and opened another bag, only to find it filled with various horns, clearly the horns of minotaurs!
"You... how many Faceless Ones and minotaurs did you kill?"
"How many? We didn't count, but it was over a hundred," Ling Tian said nonchalantly, as if those monsters were nothing.
"You guys are truly monsters..." Feng Xiaoxi said helplessly.
...
Ling Tian and the other three left Cisco Farm, eager to return to Ata Slaim's camp. Ata Slaim was quite reliable. To meet Ling Tian's demands, he even advanced all the spatial materials from the Demon Hunter Guild's warehouse to his own camp. For this, he had to pay a substantial deposit. If Ling Tian couldn't complete the mission and retrieve these materials within a short period, Ata Slaim's deposit would likely be forfeited. This was Ata Slaim's gamble on them. Slaim recognized that Ling Tian and his companions were not ordinary people, and fostering a good relationship with them would greatly benefit his future development within the Demon Hunter Guild.
Feng Xiaoxi drove the car for thirty to forty kilometers, passing through the nearest town to Cisco Farm. However, as their car drove through the town, two pickup trucks parked by the roadside suddenly turned on their headlights, started their engines, and closely followed their car.
The United States is a country on wheels, and even the rural roads here are quite good. Feng Xiaoxi, relying on her eyesight, drove at 80 miles per hour. However, she soon noticed two cars rapidly approaching from behind and immediately informed Ling Tian of the situation.
Ling Tian moved to the passenger seat. At this moment, the two pickup trucks flanked their car, one on each side. The window on Feng Xiaoxi's side was suddenly rolled down, and the light inside illuminated a black man in the passenger seat, holding a pistol and pointing it at Feng Xiaoxi in the driver's seat, shouting something. Ling Tian turned his head and saw that in the car on his side, a black man in the back seat also rolled down his window and aimed a pistol at their car.
Ling Tian immediately activated his Heavenly Eye divine ability, and the surrounding situation appeared in his vision. Ling Tian noticed that each car was occupied by three black men, all armed. However, judging by their attire – gold chains, gold watches, cigars in their mouths, and even sunglasses at night – they were clearly not professional assassins.
"Ling Tian, what's going on?" Feng Xiaoxi asked anxiously from the side.
"Nothing much, just some looters."
Hearing Ling Tian's words, Feng Xiaoxi felt relieved. After all, "Free America, Looting Every Day" was not just a slogan. In most parts of this country, being robbed was a common occurrence.
In the car to Ling Tian's left, the passenger was a black man with a gold chain around his neck, several gold rings on his fingers, and a gold tooth. This man, Utaka, was the leader of these thugs.
"Hey, you idiot, maintain the distance, don't crash into them! That RV of theirs costs over a million dollars. If you damage it, Boss Doug will kill you!" Utaka roared at the driver next to him.
They were a local looting gang, consisting of over a dozen black men. They would roam the surrounding roads at night. If they encountered anyone passing by, they would attack. Since the area was remote and there were no surveillance cameras, the victims could only suffer in silence. Even reporting to the police was useless. In such remote areas, there might only be one sheriff within dozens of kilometers, unable to handle so many cases.
At this moment, A Li approached Ling Tian, curiously asking what "looting" meant. Ling Tian patiently explained it to A Li, who then finally understood.
"Heh, leave it to me!" A Li stood up, looked at the car on the left through the window, and snapped its fingers. Instantly, a spatial dimensional blade, only two to three centimeters long, appeared at the front left wheel of that car! A dimensional blade is a spatial rift, and its contained energy and spatial laws can cut through any hard object. The tire was immediately punctured, and with their car traveling at nearly 90 miles per hour, it lost control and flipped to the side of the road!