"As expected of a Ghost Cultivator, there had to be some tricks in his Storage Ring." Shen Luo sneered softly, his palm slowly clenched into a fist.
Immediately, the body of water lit up with a water-blue glow and began to shrink bit by bit with Shen Luo's movement, rapidly compressing the poisonous gas stored inside until it became the size of a fist.
Shen Luo went to the window, pushed it open, and threw it outside. Then, with a single hand forming a magic spell, a water dragon shot straight into the sky, grabbing the water ball and flying up to a hundred feet high.
As a "bang" sound echoed, a cloud of green smoke exploded in the air, gradually dispersing with the wind, leaving only the Storage Ring falling from the sky.
Shen Luo's gaze condensed as he flicked his fingers, a water rope extended, wrapping around the ring and pulling it back.
