The yin fire surged around the metal pseudo-god, and an evil aura spread throughout the valley like a tide.
However, when Qin An's words fell, the overwhelming evil aura was suddenly halted.
"What do you mean by that?" A trace of astonishment flashed across the face forged from the metal of the pseudo-god.
He doubted if he had heard it wrong.
Now that he had merged with the pseudo-god, with one foot into the Returning to Storage Realm.
All he needed was to consume the Yang Elixir hidden in the valley to truly ascend to Gui Cang and gain a great lifespan.
But this young man dared to speak to him in such a tone?
Qin An gently stroked the black knife with his slender fingers, its cracks vaguely visible under the moonlight.
"Where is the Yang Elixir?"
Upon hearing this, Huang Man was stunned, with eyes full of surprise and doubt.
At this moment, everyone was suppressed by the pseudo-god's pressure, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
