In truth, Zhu Wushi and the others did not know what the weapon looked like.
The information they had was limited: the weapon gave off astonishing heat, cost a fortune to make, and could grow stronger.
Whether it was a saber, a sword, or some other unusual weapon, they had no idea.
Zhang Ping had no particular fondness for weapons.
Although he owned quite a few, Zhang Shouzhong had recently given him a Nanorobot. If it developed fully, it would be far from weak.
But Zhang Ping already had more abilities than he could use, so under normal circumstances, his weapons had no chance to shine.
He wanted to seize this weapon simply because he did not want it falling into the Beast-Taming Zhu Family's hands.
If his enemies lost out, then, rounding things up a little, did that not mean he had gained?
Several minutes later.
Zhang Ping stopped atop a mountain peak. The sight before him was so outrageous that he had to pause.
Behind him rose range upon range of mountains. Before him stretched a vast sea of magma. Churning waves of molten rock rolled and crashed against the surrounding stone.
The golden and red magma radiated scorching heat. Many nearby plants had already been burned dry and were giving off white smoke.
The white smoke rose into the sky and formed a huge, round lid. Black smoke mingled with it, creating a terrifying vortex.
Zhang Ping swallowed. A thought surfaced despite himself: Could a single weapon really have caused this?
Had I killed the salvage crew too soon?
Watching the astonishing sea of magma through the Storage Contract, Liu Dashan sighed. "This is terrifying. Incredible. I'm afraid I'll never forget this sight for the rest of my life."
"Mr. Zhang Ping, why don't we leave first?"