The Yin Mist Pearl's spiritual light was dim, and it required further replenishment with spirit stones; several months would pass before it could be used again.
Jiang Ding didn't mind. He took out a separate storage jade pendant, filled it with spirit stones, and then tossed the Yin Mist Pearl into it, allowing it to automatically absorb the spiritual energy and recover.
After his advancement to the Golden Pill Realm, the Yin Mist Pearl's usefulness had diminished significantly.
"I still have this."
Jiang Ding's eyes showed grave seriousness as he took out another object.
A fist-sized, glowing red sphere.
The moment it appeared, a wave of destructive, searing breath spread in all directions, throwing the surrounding Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi into turmoil—agitated and in chaos.
The various classmates who were practicing army formations felt a tremor in their hearts and their hairs stood on end, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.
