The huge scorpion that was roasted red sat within the imperial palace.
Rolls of steam wafted off of it, and a dense fragrance was dispersed along with it.
Ni Yan had long started yearning for it. Pursing her lips, her throat constantly bobbed as she swallowed.
She walked in front of that huge roasted red demon scorpion, and with a thought, a long sword appeared. That long blade was jade white, looking incomparably dazzling and translucent. It was as if there was light shimmering around it.
Without question, this was a very good weapon.
However, this very good weapon in Ni Yan's hands was taken as a tool in order to crack open the scorpion's shell.
The long sword tapped on the scorpion shell many times, weakening that originally sturdy scorpion shell. After going through Bu Fang's roasting, it had become a lot frailer.
With a cracking sound and a tap from that long sword ringing out, a dense amount of cracks appeared.