Shui Tian's Invitation

As the second Lava Giant Beast's essence was devoured, the dark golden sheen of the Silver Dragon Spear grew deeper and more subdued.

Its humming gradually subsided as well. A sense of fullness, like the contentment after a hearty meal, passed through their bloodline connection and into Shen Fan's mind.

But Shen Fan could clearly feel that the Silver Dragon Spear was still some distance from advancing to a fifth-grade holy weapon!

Shen Fan flicked his wrist. Crushed stone fell from the spearhead in a shower, turning to dust in the scorching air.

His gaze calmly swept across the roiling sea of lava.

Fortunately, this was a perfect hunting ground.

And the best pool of nourishment for the Silver Dragon Spear.

If he could hunt down all the True Ancestor-level giant beasts in this lava world, that should be enough to let the Silver Dragon Spear complete this monumental transformation!

But before that, Shen Fan had something else to do—

He could sense an aura behind the rocks in the distance.

That aura had gone from shock to fear, and then to the dead silence it held now.

At first, Shen Fan hadn't paid it any mind.

But when Shui Tian, stirred by his emotions, accidentally let his aura slip, Shen Fan quickly recognized this "walking treasure delivery boy."

Along with the surprise in his heart, a trace of curiosity stirred:

"What's this guy doing here? And is he spying on me?

Could he be trying to settle an old score and take the chance to ambush me?!"

At the thought, Shen Fan narrowed his eyes, a dangerous killing intent surfacing in them.

His figure shifted slightly, as though he were about to attack Shui Tian.

But just then,

a familiar figure stepped out from behind the enormous obsidian boulder.