"Peng!"
Cang Wu's lifeless body dropped listlessly to the bottom of the bronze cauldron.
Yi Yun also descended and with a beckon of his hand, Cang Wu's interspatial ring flew to him. Yi Yun was rather interested in Cang Wu's possessions.
Other than that, Yi Yun also saw a jar beside Cang Wu's hand. It was blackish-green in color and looked like a piece of inferior-grade pottery made by ordinary commoners. It appeared inconspicuous.
Yi Yun held the jar in hand and found it very heavy. The small jar seemed to weigh more than fifty kilograms. There were engraved patterns on the side of the jar that resembled a swimming fish circling around an eye.
Yi Yun turned his head and saw that the Poison Demon was still in the sky.
It had bared its fangs and flashed its claws previously. Now, it was barely holding up under Ling Xie'er's relentless assault. Cang Wu's death had not hurt it in any way.