Adam smiled at the looks everyone gave him.
"First, this lamp is different from the saint weapons and king weapons you hold. It is a rare treasure. It has remarkable effects in certain respects, but no combat capability."
There were many similar things in Zhetian. For instance, the Stone Clothing made by Source Masters from stone skin could ward off all kinds of strange forces within earth veins. Then there were tomb-suppressing lamps inscribed with the Script of Salvation, which were exceptionally effective against dead things like Yin spirits and divine grudges...
All of them were countermeasure-type treasures. In special situations, they were barely inferior to imperial weapons, but they were of little use in ordinary combat.
"Second..."
Adam moved, appearing before that person in an instant.
"Do you think I have no temper after provoking me again and again?"
The man felt his body grow light, and his entire body floated up before being hurled stiffly into the bronze coffin. He slammed into its wall, pain exploding across his back. When he fell to the ground, even his groans were faint and indistinct, little more than a few gasps.
Adam caught the object the man had dropped and swung it at the descendants of the Crocodile Ancestor swarming toward them.
This damaged Great Sage Weapon was a Vajra Pestle with only its rear half remaining. Even with only half left, it was still fairly handy to swing.
Its original owner had been unable to use it, relying only on the golden light emitted by the Vajra Pestle to passively resist the descendants of the Crocodile Ancestor.
Adam could not use Magical Power now, nor did he know how to wield a Vajra Pestle, but he had used similar weapons before...
Everyone saw a blur of golden afterimages plunge into