Han Zhao stood up and carried the huge Mystic Spirit War Case on his back.
The Mystic Spirit War Case had already become his intrinsic Spirit Artifact. With a thought, the dark blue box that was originally more than two meters long quickly shrank to the size of a scabbard.
He carried a two-meter-tall box on his back. It looked very strange and conspicuous.
This way, he could carry it with him and not put it in the Sumeru Pouch.
Han Zhao walked to the secret room where Shangguan Lie's coffin was.
"I have to refine the Lightning Flood Dragon Blood in Shangguan Lie's body as soon as possible."
Han Zhao placed his hand on the coffin.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
White-gold electric arcs flickered and struck Han Zhao's palm.
