Now, this black substance is dead set on not making a move against Han Yu anymore.
No matter how Han Yu lures it, the substance remains dormant, eventually too lazy to even move, just lying slumped at the edge of the Great Cauldron. If you didn't look closely, you'd think the cauldron was simply coated in black paint.
This situation had all the makings of a stalemate.
Han Yu didn't dare to approach the Great Cauldron to make a move.
The black substance was unwilling to make a futile counterattack.
Are we just going to keep stalling like this?
"At this rate, this thing will wear me out."
Han Yu's face darkened. This thing had been here for a millennium and was still lively. How long could he last?
"Or, should we open the barrier and leave?"
The Artifact Spirit hesitantly suggested.
Uh! Han Yu hesitated for a moment, feeling uncertain.
