One of the Four Generals Under the King, Owl Vulture's Mountain Sea Chain, was visibly far more exquisite than the one Lu Feng had seen in Soul Zombie's hands. Though called a chain, it looked more like a whip.
Every link of the Mountain Sea Chain had been forged with extraordinary compactness. From afar at the side, it resembled layers of overlapping scales; up close, it looked like black rings strung together one after another.
It lay quietly in a corner, its dark hue radiating a chilling cold, like a slumbering flood dragon.
The Mountain Sea Chain had no handle of any sort—or rather, every part of it could serve as a handle. It was highly flexible and versatile, not restricted like an ordinary long whip that could only be held at one end.
Man Zhongli stood beside it and stretched his limbs before bending down to lift the strange iron chain.
The instant it entered his hands, an icy chill like an awl piercing his thigh shot straight into his heart.
Clearly, it was a dead object, yet it made Man Zhongli shudder from the depths of his soul.
The sensation was as though the iron chain before him were roaring furiously at him, dissatisfied with his touch.
In the past, he might have been intimidated by this inexplicable feeling and become fearful.
But along the way, he too had continued to improve. Not only had his strength grown, but his temperament had become ever more mature and resolute.
"So heavy..."
Man Zhongli nearly held his breath as he forced out those two words. Veins bulged on his hands, and his face reddened as he barely managed to lift half of the Mountain Sea Chain.
"If you can't do it, don't force yourself. Don't hurt yourself!"
Wu Ying called