All familiar faces, all the six teams he had robbed and blackmailed in the past three days.

Obviously, as victims, they had gathered together.

"Did you find it?"

From a distance of thirty meters, Lin Feng asked in the alien language.

At this moment, his right hand was holding a long chain, ready to destroy those 150 Advanced Demon-Sealing Soul Artifacts at any sign of trouble.

"Found it."

A young man stepped forward from the opposite side, holding a crystal ball in his hand, inside which was a blue demon spirit shaped like a leopard.

"Ninth Grade Demon Spirit, Phantom Leopard."

Lin Feng's eyes lit up with joy.

The Phantom Leopard, a water attribute demon beast, with the innate skill of 'Phantom'.

Its level is rated as Purple Gold, a top-grade soul skill for clones, exactly what Lin Feng wanted.

Indeed, sixteen people searching was much more efficient than one, and these aliens were far more familiar with the Demon Spirit Realm. If it were just Lin Feng, he feared it would take months without any success.

"Hand over the Phantom Leopard first." Lin Feng said.

The alien young man shook his head, "Together."

Lin Feng naturally couldn't agree, with sixteen people opposite and only himself on his side, handing it over would be dangerous, and he also didn't have time to refine the demon spirit.

"Give me the demon spirit, after I refine it, I'll give you these Demon-Sealing Soul Artifacts." Lin Feng said.

"No way."

Seeing the unwavering attitude of the alien on the other side, Lin Feng sneered, "I'll give you three seconds to consider. If you don't give it to me, I'll destroy them and see if it pains you more or me."

While speaking, Lin Feng lifted his right hand, to the shock of the alien young man, and tossed the 150 crystal balls into the air.

"Three, two..."

Before Lin Feng could finish, the alien shouted, "Okay, agreed."

Clearly, they were genuinely afraid of Lin Feng's reckless threat.

A single Phantom Demon Spirit, no matter how expensive, was worth only billions, merely a fraction of the value of a Demon-Sealing Soul Artifact.

They didn't dare to gamble.

If the Demon-Sealing Soul Artifacts were destroyed, even killing Lin Feng would be futile.

"Roll over the Demon-Sealing Soul Artifacts, no tricks."

Lin Feng warned, and the alien young man complied reluctantly.

With the crystal ball in hand, Lin Feng wasted no time and, under the stunned eyes of the aliens, directly pressed the Phantom Leopard into his Soul Sea and began the absorption.

"No clever moves, or I'll destroy these Demon-Sealing Soul Artifacts."

"Is he mad?"

The aliens were startled by Lin Feng's action, exchanging glances, finding it somewhat unbelievable.

Absorbing a demon spirit and acquiring its soul skill normally requires a quiet environment; otherwise, there's a risk of failure.

They thought Lin Feng would run away, find a place to absorb the soul skill, and then they would chase him down, not allowing him the chance to devour the demon spirit.

Who knew he would directly devour the demon spirit in front of them?

"A low-level demon spirit trying to absorb a Purple Gold soul skill, surely it will fail!"

The aliens commented.

Lin Feng's strength was indeed formidable, but his prowess was in martial skills, with rich battle experience. Having seen the bubble-spitting alien, they knew Lin Feng was refining a low-level demon spirit.

That low-level demon spirit's innate ability was spitting bubbles, pathetically weak, without any destructive power.

Under the gaze of the aliens, Lin Feng stood still, eyes slightly closed, gripping the long chain of the Demon-Sealing Soul Artifacts tightly, preventing them from making any rash moves.

An anxious hour passed, and Lin Feng remained motionless in the same pose.

"It definitely failed to refine!"

"Is this how one refines a demon spirit? The expression is too calm, not even a hint of a reaction."

One of the aliens whispered, as Lin Feng devoured a demon spirit, consuming 17 Soul Nourishing Pills, looking extremely tranquil, without any pain.

This didn't seem like refining a demon spirit at all.

Just as Lin Feng was refining the demon spirit.

"Whizz."

A silver light pierced through the air, flying like lightning straight toward Lin Feng's chest.

Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, noticing the silver spear, and without any hesitation, he sidestepped and smashed the 150 crystal balls onto the ground.

As the crystal balls shattered, the precious demon spirits inside dispersed one by one.

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