Two streaks of Escape Light flew side by side, weaving through the shattered landscape of the Zombie Alliance Headquarters.
Along the way, sporadic bursts of Spiritual Light and fluctuations of Magical Power flared up as small-scale skirmishes continued to erupt.
"What did you steal their cauldron for?"
Qian Xin Master glanced at Qi Yun. Recalling how the man had just uprooted that Three-legged Giant Bronze Cauldron, he couldn't help but smile in amusement.
"That cauldron's material may be extraordinary, capable of holding and nurturing a Great Master's Corpse Blood, but its core requires the Zombie Alliance's secret Dharma Gate to operate. It needs to draw on the yin malevolence from the Earth Veins to harmonize the Corpse Qi and resentment.
"In the hands of an outsider, it's just a dead object. At best, you could melt it down and use it as high-grade material for refining a yin-attribute Magical Artifact."
