Through the Yin Wind.
Through the darkness.
One could see the Yin Wind sweeping through, enveloping Zhou Su. Overwhelmed by agony, her slender body writhed like a frenzied demon, struggling ceaselessly, screaming as if her heart was being torn apart.
Crash!
Crash!
Chains rattled nonstop, binding Zhou Su tightly.
Lu Qingfeng, upon seeing this, felt a surge of delight and continued to refine his Magic Artifacts.
Due to material constraints, it was temporarily impossible to refine the Mist Banner. He could only continue refining the Nine Strategies Xuanhao Talisman.
A full set of Nine Strategies Xuanhao Talismans constituted the number of One Yuan.
So far, Lu Qingfeng had only refined the Celestial Cycle Number, which, while also powerful, was always better in greater quantity.
Time passed.
Half an hour went by in a flash.
