Qin Sang’s gaze shifted between the fat chicken and the lightning orb. The fat chicken’s own strength was formidable—and it could even control the lightning orb. Forcibly seizing the Infinite Blood Mulberry Wood right under its nose was simply out of the question.0

After a moment’s contemplation, Qin Sang conceived a bold plan.0

He activated the Yan Luo Banner of Ten Directions, and the Ghostly Threads wove themselves into a vast net, as layer upon layer of giant waves of black fire surged toward the fat chicken.0

Facing the aggressively advancing Ghostly Threads, the fat chicken showed no fear at all; its round eyes spun rapidly, instead sparkling with an eager gleam, as if it had finally discovered a new toy.0

The fat chicken stood unmoving at the edge of the pool like a grand general, raised one of its small fleshy wings, and pointed at Qin Sang.0

From the shimmering silver of that wing, a burst of lightning erupted.0

Boo...0