Inside the Wooden Bucket, the energy had already become a raging vortex. Pure Dou Qi spun and compressed at high speed within it, giving off a low, stifled hum. As the last trace of Dou Qi was drained from the corpse, heaven and earth seemed to fall silent for an instant.
Xiao Yi casually hefted the Vortex Hammer in his hand. Sensing the energy contained within it, several times greater than before, he showed a hint of satisfaction.
Inside the Wooden Bucket, the highly compressed Dou Qi had accumulated to a certain level, its power already rivaling that of a three-star Da Dou Shi. This bizarre weapon he had cobbled together himself had grown to such a degree in just a few short days.
Xiao Yi lowered his head once more to glance at the rapidly cooling corpse on the ground, as though looking at a piece of scrap squeezed dry of all its worth, and recited a strange line in an indifferent voice.
"The way of man takes from those who lack and offers it to those who have in abundance."
With that, he slung the peculiar Vortex Hammer over his shoulder and turned to leave. The Wooden Bucket fitted onto the Shoulder Pole was still spinning, tracing a bizarre path.
Yet the moment he took a step, another change occurred in the Wooden Bucket on his shoulder. It no longer needed Xiao Yi to activate it, but began spinning on its own. This time, instead of exerting a fierce pull on a single target, it formed an invisible miniature vortex that covered a wider area around it.
The morning mist in the mountain hollow, the dew on the grass, the scant energy within the soil, and even the stray, unclaimed Dou Qi drifting through the air all began