A three-foot-long bronze mace appeared before Leng Zhi.
Purple lightning coiled around the bronze mace as it hurtled straight at Song Wen.
Song Wen watched the menacing bronze mace approach, a smile playing on his lips.
Shadow Void's nine tentacles abruptly burst from atop his head and began to tremble slightly.
"Bzzzz—"
A shrill, ear-piercing hum rang out, reaching Leng Zhi's ears before the bronze mace could close in on Song Wen.
Leng Zhi felt as though countless steel needles had pierced her sea of consciousness, shredding both it and her soul until they were riddled with holes.
She did not even have time to cry out before her eyes rolled back and she fainted, standing suspended in midair.
Song Wen withdrew Shadow Void's tentacles and sent out a stream of spiritual power, sweeping Leng Zhi before him.
He devoured Leng Zhi's soul and blood essence, then summoned a wisp of blazing flame and reduced her corpse to ashes.
A storage ring appeared in Song Wen's hand—Leng Zhi's.
Sending his divine sense into the storage ring, Song Wen quickly found three drops of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew.
Why are there only three drops? Song Wen felt somewhat puzzled.
Heng Ziping had said that Leng Zhi possessed at least three drops of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew. Later, Leng Zhi had discovered this stone pillar as well. By all reason, she should have had more than three drops.
Could it be that I arrived too quickly, and Leng Zhi had not yet found a single drop of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew on the stone pillar?
As Song Wen pondered, he searched upward along the stone pillar.
After climbing more than ten thousand li, he reached the top of the stone pillar, where an incomparably massive stone wall blocked his path.
He then