The token that flew out burst out with enormous power. The golden light was dazzling and immediately smashed towards Ye Sheng.
The long halberd also followed. It struck down with both barrels, just like Ye Sheng's attack earlier.
Ye Sheng watched coldly. Facing such an attack, he didn't move in the face of danger. The space between his brows was glowing. That was the power of his soul.
In the next moment, a bronze artifact flew out from between Ye Sheng's glabella.
The Pantheon Pill Furnace!
After being nurtured in Ye Sheng's soul for so long, the Pantheon Pill Furnace had also recovered a little. At this moment, it flew out from Ye Sheng's soul and crashed into the prince's token.
Rumble!
A loud sound came from midair, forcing Ye Sheng and the Marquis of Changle to retreat. They watched with wide eyes.
"This is impossible!"The Marquis looked at it in horror. He had thought that the magic treasure had exploded.