Fang Heng looked at the mission description and called two zombie clones to start packing the corpses. He then turned to look at Ji Xiaobo, who was still in a state of surprise.
Ji Xiaobo thought Fang Heng was a genius as he uttered, "Brother Fang? This could work?"
"Of course, the domain of the holy barrier is a three-dimensional circle."
Fang Heng said as he jumped out of the hole. He patted the dust off his pants and shifted his gaze back to the black pot in front of Ji Xiaobo.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's begin. I'll cooperate with you to start branding the spirit imprint."
"Yes!"
Ji Xiaobo's face was filled with even more excitement. The thought of dealing with the Holy Court filled him with motivation.
"Start cooking! Burn!"
As he spoke, Fang Heng had already walked out of the area enveloped by the Holy Light.
When the time was up, skinny hands stretched out from the hard frozen soil.
