Zhang Ruochen retracted his holy Qi. Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron landed on the deck again.
Hu.
Zhang Ruochen felt that he had suddenly lost all his power. He couldn't handle the pressure even with his sanctified body. His legs were shaking, and he had to sit down to absorb the dragon Qi from the ancient ghost boat to recover. After a while, he stood up.
"It consumed all my power after only triggering it for a little bit. What kind of weapon is Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron?"
Zhang Ruochen looked pleased and curious.
Blackie knew that Zhang Ruochen had condensed four saint sources, and his lower abdomen was much larger than that of other saints. It said, "Your cultivation is only enough to activate it for a little while?"
"Do you want to give it a try?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
Blackie clenched its teeth. "It's fine. Only you can activate that weird cauldron. Even if I had immense knowledge and cultivation, I wouldn't be able to handle that."