Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
And within the space contained in the Sepsis Jug, it happened to be able to store this toxic blood.
The toxic blood from the arm flew out and fell back into the flask, then the mana was withdrawn.
Without the support of mana, the Sepsis Jug returned to the size of a wine flask and dropped from the sky, caught by Zhang Chen’s outstretched hand.
Now, as long as he refined the Sepsis Jug and branded it with his own spiritual imprint, he could activate it at will.
However, Zhang Chen didn’t rush to refine it, but took out the Blood Jade Cauldron from his storage bag.
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