Deep into the night, in the great mountains of Minyue Prefecture, all was silent, miasma and Monster Qi mixed together.
The forest and muddy ground.
Hui Shu, with a backpack that didn't match its size, spoke human language, "Dragon Lord, please show your magic artifact!"
Not far from it.
Yibai, in his Jiao form, coiled, with Jiao claws bracing against the ground, stared directly at Hui Shu with his Jiao head, not knowing how to respond.
He did not have a magic artifact.
He was just about to reveal that he didn't possess one, for he wanted to see if Hui Shu's magic artifact, should it exist, could be so miraculous as to decide victory in one fell swoop.
Yibai was about to say so.
Suddenly, he remembered the Human Skin Drum sealed within his Demon Core. If it counted as a magic artifact, that was the only one he had.
But the Human Skin Drum was not easy to use.
This drum could connect with supernatural powers.
But it could also connect to Hell!
