Chapter 128

The molten rock below visibly surged upward. The spiritual weapons shuddered more violently as if about to break free.

Eyes aflame, the cultivators watched the prizes hungrily.

Buzz.

At some point the magma breached the surface, even flowing into the tunnels. Ethan recoiled in shock, retreating deep inside as he watched from afar.

Whoosh.

As if drawn by an invisible force, the weapons plunged downwards. Swords, boots, axes - all manner of arms sunk into the magma. The waiting masters pounced, scrambling to seize the higher grade ones.

"Grab it!" a Buddha's Land monk in ochre robes yelled.

"Steady, don't let this top grade battle boot slip away!" A frenzied look filled a youth's eyes.

"Scram!" A loose-haired lone cultivator kicked a Foster clansman aside and lunged for a battleaxe.

Swish. With a flick of his hand, the purple assassin seized a fine dagger, but the animated blade thrashed wildly, jerking its captor around the chamber.

"I'll tame you yet!" An old man clung stubbornly to
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