"I don't even know where these texts come from..." Feng Ling said weakly.
"What does this creature look like? A box full of Mithril, tsk tsk, even if it were terrifying and violent, it must have been wiped out by humans long ago. Greed is a potent motivator; are humans from your world not greedy for wealth?"
Pan Hao, waggling his brows, said, "This sort of tangible creature shouldn't be hard to kill, right? If one missile isn't enough, then fire two. Knock it to the ground, strip it of its Mithril."
Feng Ling clenched her fists tightly and became a little nervous, recalling the scenes within the Horror Elevator.
She didn't know how to begin explaining.
"Well... in our world, these... Mithril creatures aren't very common."
Finally, she pulled out the all-dark charcoal knife.
An extremely powerful Strange Object!
For some reason, Pan Hao felt this: the knife was the real showstopper, even having the potential to be the national treasure of a small country.
