Even though Xu Anchang had already agreed, Tong Mingshan still could not believe it. He pointed at the Flame Crocodile, then at himself. "For me?"
If this dragged on, he would have to explain a whole heap of reasons again, so Shi Chun could not be bothered to say more. He turned with Xu Anchang to look at the Flame Crocodile.
The Flame Crocodile was still breathing. Its body, tightly bound in the net, was slowly shrinking. Some Four Cauldron Sect disciples were still stabbing it with swords, and the more they stabbed, the smaller it became.
With Xu Anchang and Shi Chun taking the lead, the Bright Mountain Sect group leaped over to watch as well.
The Flame Crocodile did not bleed. Instead, red wisps of flame resembling petals kept drifting from its wounds. A hand could stir them, but they felt like nothing and left no stain. Once they drifted a few feet from its body, their color gradually faded until they vanished into the unseen.
Shi Chun pointed at the long, pointed shovel piercing the Flame Crocodile's neck. "Such a long shovel. What kind of weapon is that?"
Xu Anchang smiled at him. "You really aren't an artifact refiner. Ask him." He gestured toward Tong Mingshan.
Shi Chun looked over, and Tong Mingshan, still somewhat dazed, hurriedly explained, "It's a Fire Shovel, one of the tools used to work things in the fire during artifact refining."
They waited a while longer. When the Flame Crocodile had shrunk to the size of a table, it suddenly collapsed into countless red wisps of flame. The net tightened around empty air, and a gleam like blood seemed to flicker amid the wisps.
Xu Anchang swept his sleeve, scattering the drifting red wisps. At the same time, several people acted together