"Fear itself has come to find you."
His eyes fixed on Bai Xiao, his calm pupils black as ink.
For some reason, Wu Binghe spoke with a heavy heart.
Between his words, there seemed to be a hint of inexplicable regret.
The two conversed further, and after a moment:
"Senior brother, the totem statue I encountered last night had a purple gem on its chest. Do you know if it serves any unique purpose?" Bai Xiao asked, recalling the event.
"That is the Fear Core. Only certain special entities possess such a thing. The Fear Core can be directly transformed by the inscription into a large amount of Black Qi Sword Patterns, or you might trade the Fear Core with certain special entities in a Fear Nightmare for an unexpected outcome. Of course, there's also a significant chance that it might attract their greedy attacks..."
"It's all down to luck."
Wu Binghe replied.
"A large amount of Black Qi Sword Patterns?"
Bai Xiao pondered carefully.
