"Hmph, even resorting to the Soul Burning Blood Technique, I arrived just a step too late; these three Core Formation Cultivators of Dawn would have perished here," everyone was filled with shock and fear, but only Xi Ying's lips slightly curled up, revealing a faint smile, as she transmitted her voice to Yuan Ming.
At this moment, the Great Elder Chen Cangqiong also noticed the anomaly and turned his head to see the black little kettle suspended in mid-air, his expression changing dramatically.
"Who is it!"
With a loud shout, he was actually ready to abandon the hunchbacked elder to snatch the black kettle.
Seeing this, Xi Ying raised her hand and a black light soared into the sky.
Yuan Ming's gaze sharpened as he finally saw clearly that within the black light was a round kettle lid, thoroughly black and exquisitely fashioned.
As the kettle lid flew out, the Soul Suppressing Kettle seemed to respond, moving to meet the lid.
The two joined together, once again becoming whole.
