After rummaging around in the pit for a while, Tang Yu couldn't find any other spoils of war.
The two Transcendent members of the Ghost Hand Clan were indeed very poor. They didn't have a single piece of Transcendent Equipment. One of their bodies had been blasted to smithereens, the other was half-destroyed. Their broken spirits were devoid of life, not even fit for recycling.
Several Catastrophe Level demonized beasts had completely turned into dust.
"Previously, they at least left behind some precious materials…"
Tang Yu could only pin his hopes on the Doomsday Cult headquarters.
With this thought, he hastily beckoned Nancy and Eileen to board the floating airship, as the "Sail" lowered its flying altitude and headed in the direction from which the Transcendent Ghost Hand Clan members had come to provide support.
The floating airship was only tens of meters above the ground, very close. Looking up, the enormous object glowed with a cold metallic sheen.
