Wary of contamination by the Return-to-Quiescence Will, Lin Sheng did not touch the Dark Teal Broken Sword with his bare hands.
With a thought, he immediately gathered his flesh divine astral force into a huge blood-red hand, intending to grip the sword and put it into his spatial inventory.
Yet the instant the blood-red hand touched the sword, the quiescent, corrosive aura swirling around it seemed to be provoked, corroding the hand into nothingness in a flash.
At the sight, the wariness in Lin Sheng's eyes deepened.
The corrosive power contained within this Dark Teal Longsword was far stronger than he had imagined.
Beside him, Little Black could not help drawing a sharp breath either.
"Damn, what exactly did this sword's owner do to draw out this level of quiescent corrosive power? To think it's still this strong after so much time. Good thing this king didn't touch it just now..."
Little Black's face was filled with lingering fear, immensely relieved at not having rashly touched it. With corrosion this potent, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
"Better not touch it. Leave it here. Taking it out would just mean carrying a ticking time bomb."
Little Black immediately moved away from the Dark Teal Broken Sword and voiced a warning.
Lin Sheng, however, had no intention of giving up. Instead, a thoughtful look appeared on his face, and the next moment, he activated the powers of both the inferno and flesh rules.
The two formidable rule powers once again formed a huge hand that reached for the broken sword. Yet exactly the same thing happened: the hand had barely touched the broken sword before the corrosive power instantly erased it.
"I refuse to believe this!"
Lin Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly. Then the marks on his chest representing the four