With my current strength, boosted by the primal magnetism iron ore, I could handle at most one of those Third Layer of the Fusion Realm cultivators.
Chen Changming rapidly weighed his options. A cold gleam flashed deep in his eyes as he sneered, "Looks like I can't afford to be frugal today. I'll have to expend a Sword Talisman or Demon Talisman to kill the enemy."
He gently rubbed his storage ring, but felt little reluctance.
Trump cards were meant to be revealed at critical moments. Trapped and surrounded on all sides as he was, now was precisely the best time to use them.
While he pondered, four powerful Fusion Realm auras surged into the cavern like a tide.
Immediately afterward, four figures flew around the corner one after another and hovered steadily in midair within the cavern.
Four pairs of eyes landed on Chen Changming in unison.
The blue-robed elder's gaze was immediately drawn to the enormous expanse of primal magnetism iron ore. His eyes lit up, and he blurted out in astonishment, "Fellow Daoist Steel Sword! What an enormous deposit of primal magnetism iron ore! This is far more magnificent than you described!"
"Indeed. It far exceeds our expectations."
The gray-robed elder licked his lips, greed glittering in his eyes.
He was already rapidly calculating-if they divided this ore vein equally among the four of them after helping Steel Sword Elder kill that Body Cultivator, his share would be several times greater than he had originally anticipated.
Only the black-robed elder, who had remained taciturn throughout, was not drawn to the enormous wall of primal magnetism iron ore. Instead, his gaze settled on an inconspicuous black, pitted patch on the wall.
It was a piece of black rubble only the size of a millstone, with an uneven surface