The Pipe Was Snatched from Me by Me

"Tell us what happened."

Bai Zhu pointed at the pipe in Morel's hand.

Those thin Black Gold lines were far too conspicuous.

Everything they had encountered with Black Gold patterns on it had basically come to no good end.

The key was that he was using this thing to produce Purple Smoke Soldiers now. It looked like using a poison bottle as a drinking cup.

Morel lowered his head to look at the pipe, then raised a hand and tapped it twice.

A small puff of purple smoke emerged from the pipe.

The purple smoke formed, seemed to lag for a moment, then only took on the outline of a soldier half a second later.

Milluki immediately frowned.

"The ability is being deployed very clumsily."

Morel returned the pipe to his shoulder.

"Because this one isn't mine."

Bai Zhu paused.

Milluki froze as well.

"What do you mean, it isn't yours?"

Morel exhaled.

"The original one had been with me for many years. When Gela Jiang was swept away by the underground sewer, I wanted to use a Purple Smoke Soldier to pull him out."

"But then a backflow surged out of the sewer and dragged the soldier, the rope, and my pipe down with it."

"You can still use your ability without your pipe?"

"I can use part of it."

Morel raised a hand. Several puffs of purple smoke spread over his palm, then quickly became disordered.

"But its stability is poor. It's not that I can only use that particular pipe; it's that some power in this pipe is affecting my performance."

Bai Zhu understood.

Manipulators relied on mediums too.

Morel's large pipe was his combat tool.

Without it, his combat strength would drop by at least a huge margin.

Bai Zhu glanced again at the Black Gold