"That's that guy's pill furnace?! How could it possibly be in your hands!"
Upon seeing the Shennong Cauldron, the voice amidst the thick black fog screamed, its tone even more agitated than before.
"It seems you recognize it. That makes things easier. Are you leaving on your own, or should I escort you?"
Jiang Huai looked at the scene before him, bewildered.
The black fog, previously so arrogant, symbolized curse and misfortune, and had already pushed them to the brink of despair.
Yet Han Zhan first pulled out seven or eight Little Returning Pills, then summoned a mysterious giant cauldron, and the enemy instantly cowered.
What kind of development is this? As the Clan Leader of the Jiang Clan, Jiang Huai could no longer understand.
Before he could figure it out, Han Zhan pressed down lightly with one hand.
The Shennong Cauldron flipped over, pressing down hard on the ground below.
