Liu Ming's eyes flickered slightly, and he waved his hand to send out a beam of black light, wrapping around the blue snake-shaped strange sword, pulling it in front of him.
The blue strange sword emitted a gleaming blue light, struggling ceaselessly within the black light, as if trying to break free.
Seeing this, Liu Ming waved his hand again, casting two incantations that merged into the blue strange sword. The sword immediately ceased struggling and obediently fell into his hand.
Liu Ming gently stroked the sword's body, feeling a bone-chilling cold permeating his body.
"A good sword!" He was delighted, as this blue strange sword was indeed a water-attribute mysterious spiritual treasure, superior in quality even to his demonic whip.
He observed it for a moment, then stored it away, immediately turning his gaze to the pile of shredded flesh of the Primordial Demon Lord.
Amid the bloody mess, a black, ancient-looking ring vaguely became visible, emitting a faint light.
