Uncertain of the depth he had descended, Qin Sang still couldn't see the bottom. The power of fire elements here was incredibly concentrated, unbearably hot. He had donned a robe woven from the feathe...During this period, Qin Sang repeatedly requested to exchange medicinal herbs with those sold for refining corpses. Anyone with insight could guess that the master of the corpse might have suffered backlash and was therefore so eager to exchange them, even at the cost of their entire fortune. know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!The pigeon-robed Daoist roared incessantly.In the midst of overwhelming demonic energy, a sudden whirlwind arose, like a black dragon, charg...