No matter how blazing the Rakshasa Ghost King's killing intent was, the illusory city finally could not withstand the power of Profound Ice Dissolution and gradually returned to nothingness. Yet the Rakshasa Ghost King still sent a message here:
"Profound Ice Dissolution... what other trump cards do you still have?"
I've got a thousand hands, ten thousand hands...
The thought had barely stirred in Yu Ci's mind before it subsided. Why did he feel that the Rakshasa Ghost King's words were not directed at him? Something else seemed to come through afterward—was it laughter? Yu Ci could no longer make out the details. At this moment, the talismanic structure of the Great Abyss Soul Shock Cannon was also on the verge of collapse. How to deal with the power it had accumulated was the real problem. If it erupted within the Myriad Demon Pool, he still would not come out well.
At that moment, inspiration suddenly struck him.
His divine intent temporarily shifted away from the Myriad Demon Pool, splitting into countless threads that seeped into the Three Treasures Ship, where not a single person remained conscious. Within his Inner Void, the defensive formation on the Three Treasures Ship was utterly meaningless. His divine intent passed straight through it and entered the cargo hold at the bottom.
His divine intent spread out, and he quickly found what he was looking for.
It was a stretch of crumbling brick wall, roughly a zhang thick. It had been divided into more than ten pieces and laid flat, separately stored deep within the cargo hold. If Yu Ci had not already reached a conclusion in his heart, he would likely have taken it for ordinary ancient ruins. Even if it had been placed right before his eyes, he would not have given it