While Xuefeng absorbed the lightning from the wolves' attacks, Wuying strolled over to the fallen Fire-Born Lizard. The beast's lifeless bulk loomed before her, its thick tail still twitching reflexively. Hovering above the smoldering skull was a faint glow—a newly formed Spirit Artifact. She snatched it up, heart thumping with the thrill of unexpected fortune.
This particular Artifact turned out to be a Rank 4 Aura-type crystal. By pouring Spirit Qi into it, Wuying could create a sphere of flames around her, turning close-quarters combat into a fiery nightmare for any opponent. Examining its crimson gleam, she allowed herself a little smile. I could give this to Xuefeng, she thought. The notion warmed her more than the flames themselves.
