The black pot became enormous, and a mass of its black rust floated away. Long Chen was finally able to create the slightest connection between himself and the pot, allowing him to use a bit of its powers.

BOOM!

Peng Wansheng had never seen such a bizarre weapon, and he slammed his claws into the pot, trying to tear it apart.

Crack.

What cracked wasn’t the pot but Peng Wansheng’s claws. The pot wasn’t harmed at all. Peng Wansheng let out a pained groan as he was sent flying. The pot’s power was too bizarre. His claws, which were comparable to Ancestral items, had been broken.

Long Chen didn’t give Peng Wansheng any chance to take a break. He once more smashed his pot at Peng Wansheng.

The pot was what remained of the ancient expert who had created the Four Nations Ancient Remnant. Now he could form the slightest spiritual connection to it.

Before this, the black pot had never responded to Long Chen. It was only just now that it seemed to have woken up from a deep slumber...