Huo Yuhao slowly rose, his ice-blue left eye radiating a piercing chill through his shattered goggles.
Huo Qiu'er asked in confusion, "How do you plan to overturn the table? With these undead creatures?"
All around them were hordes of undead creatures-countless skeletons, liches, and abominations... After so long without seeing living people enter the Undead Demiplane, they instinctively gathered toward them. However, the auras of Huo Yuhao and Electrolux kept them watching from a distance.
Among them, the strongest Frost Bone Dragon exuded pressure no weaker than a Super Douluo's. Even a Super Douluo would have no hope of surviving if they fell into these undead hordes.
The undead army surrounded everyone, never stepping beyond its bounds.
A profound aura even more dangerous than the Bone Dragon's emanated faintly from among the undead, though no one knew what its source was.
Huo Yuhao did not answer Huo Qiu'er's question. Under everyone's gaze, he slowly walked toward a certain spot in the Undead Demiplane.
Every undead creature in his path voluntarily stepped aside, opening a road that led straight toward the source of that dangerous aura.
Unlike the unmistakable aura of death carried by the undead, this aura was closer to that of metal.
Huo Yuhao slowly advanced, and Huo Qiu'er immediately followed him. The others exchanged glances and followed as well, with Cai Mei'er carrying the unconscious Wang Dong.
Within minutes, they saw the source of that mysterious, dangerous aura.
"This... this is...?" Everyone froze in shock. Xian Lin'er and Qian Duoduo's breathing quickened.
Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shells were stacked in neat rows, their pitch-black metal casings bearing warning symbols that read: Extremely dangerous. Keep away.
There were a full thirty Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shells!
"Yuhao, you... how do you have so many Level 9 shells?"