Zhang Xinglie stared at the furnace, his expression extremely complex, as if trying to smoke with all his might, twisting his face.
The light ball that fell into Zhou Leng's hand transformed into half a piece of the Tiger Talisman.
Song Juesi showed a strange expression, opened his mouth to swallow it, and then sat down to meditate on the spot.
Surging mysterious power overflowed from Song Juesi's body, turning into a faint white mist that instantly filled the entire second layer of the light shield.
Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie exchanged glances.
"Let's wait a bit."
The two of them waited quietly as the white mist inside the second layer of the light shield grew thicker, and those outside could no longer see the three people inside.
Even though the two did nothing, that mysterious power still flowed into their bodies.
They looked at the items in each other's hands and saw a hint of loss in each other's eyes.
"How's your item?" Zhang Xinglie asked.
