Inside the Palace, the True Gods blazed with fury, all itching to march out and slap Qin Hao dead. But they also knew all too well how terrifying the Fogbound Prison's formation was.
If they attacked by force and tried to force their way out...
They would not die, but they would suffer endless torment.
After all, if they could leave the Fogbound Prison, they would have done so long ago. They would never have considered luring Qin Hao over and escaping through body seizure.
Meanwhile, Qin Hao remained utterly unruffled, his gaze resting on the three intact bone wings as he examined them.
He and the True Gods inside the Palace stood at opposite extremes.
One side blazed with fury.
The other was perfectly calm.
"Huff, huff..."
Black Marsh True God breathed raggedly, staring fixedly at Qin Hao. Of everyone present, he was undoubtedly the angriest. Compared with those three bone wings, even the more than two hundred thousand Chaos Spirit Crystals and the dozen or so bottles of Chaos Spirit Liquid...
Were worth absolutely nothing in Black Marsh True God's eyes.
Only these three bone wings mattered.
Of course, to Black Marsh True God, these were not bone wings, but three spear shafts.
Though they possessed no spirituality, the three spear shafts were anything but ordinary. Their material and durability were astonishing; even a High-Grade Divine Artifact could not leave a mark on them.
That alone showed how extraordinary the three spear shafts were.
Black Marsh True God even suspected that the three spear shafts were treasures surpassing High-Grade Divine Artifacts.
And now...
Qin Hao had taken them too.
More importantly, watching Qin Hao examine the three spear shafts, how could Black Marsh True God fail to understand? Qin Hao had been about to leave, only to turn