I Can Bring In-game Items Out-Chapter 624 - 377 Each Uses Their Own Means_2

What he encountered were all weaklings.

But now, he realized he had underestimated his opponent.

The apparition of this mountain peak frightened him, the Master of the World.

Yet, the enemy before him, although not yet attacked.

It was because the opponent also wasn't confident.

He also dared not leave.

Once he leaves, the enemy, who originally had no confidence, would seize the opportunity, win in one fell swoop, and complete the mission.

His mission would fail, and the consequences would be imaginable.

Staring closely at the enemy, he directly issued a task with a heavy reward and high requirements, and instantly the three people behind him disappeared.

These three were his top generals.

As the Master of the World, still the peak of a Little World in the Fifth Realm, he commanded nine great generals, all being Lords, each occupying an Earth Vein Extreme Point.

Originally, leaving one Lord to face that Master of the World lured by the Little World, plus the Blood Fog Realm, it should have been not a big problem to eliminate them.

Who knew the opponent had a powerful Talisman, and that fool was eliminated by it.

Thinking of this, his heart was filled with anger.

Truly worthless.

The Blood Fog Realm was indeed a trait of his Little World; in the Blood Mist, the Blood Race was nearly immortal.

Yet he was instantly killed? The inherent Power did not manifest at all, if that's not stupidity, what is?

Just a little escape was needed to be reborn in the Blood Mist.

The phantom mountain manifested, and the Blood Mist was repelled.

The Blood Race retreated rapidly without hesitation.

Some directly transformed into a bunch of bats, their speed increased nearly tenfold, scattering away.

Could it repel the Blood Fog Realm? This was the first time they saw something like this.

Gazing in shock at the huge transparent mountain that appeared.

What kind of Treasure is this?

It should be an Innate Treasure, born with the world.

The mountain's apparition gradually solidified.

Small Knife instinctively looked towards the sky, sensing intense malice.

World suppression?

Soon, the mountain's apparition no longer solidified and gradually stabilized.

Maintaining a transparent, ethereal state.

The reason was simple; further solidification would exceed the Little World's limits, surpassing the Fifth Realm.

An Artifact Spirit signifies a Spiritual Artifact, this stage, the Artifact Spirit has only instincts, like a system, only executing preset operations.

A further step becomes a Spiritual Treasure, slightly intelligent.

The difference is not in strength at all.

At this moment, Small Knife had an insight.

This Little Knife Peak is truly worthy of being a giant Spiritual Artifact.

Suddenly, the Blood Mist condensed, and three figures appeared.

Beneath them, three gigantic bats appeared, blood-colored, seemingly condensed from Blood Mist.

The world suppression faintly appeared above their heads.

Obviously, they also reached the world-permitted upper limit.

Small Knife instinctively glanced over, and the identity of the Master of the World gave him some understanding.

All three possessed World Authority in this world.

If not the Master of the World, they would be Lords, possessing the Earth Vein Extreme Point.

The three rode the bats, taking positions that formed a triangular shape, encircling the phantom mountain within.

Their expressions were grave.

This thing is not simple.

It seems other methods are difficult to work in a short time.

They had no time to make mistakes.

Fortunately, the rewards are plentiful this time.

Then, die once.

Using the life and Blood Sacrifice of three Lords, issuing a deadly attack.

Killing a chicken with a bull knife, they had to eliminate this potential threat.

Then they could fully face the other side.

In time, the three's minds interlinked, simultaneously sinking into their forms, seemingly becoming like blood, merging into the enormous blood-colored bats beneath them. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Immediately, the blood glow on the blood-colored bats became more intense.

From a distance, Small Knife felt as if the three Lords were swallowed and killed by the bats?

This thought was rather ridiculous.

He shook his head, dismissing it.

The blood-colored bats opened their mouths, sending invisible waves sweeping out.

Wherever it passed, everything shattered, turning into powder.

The mountain's apparition slightly trembled.

The Mechanical Puppet Beasts inside also trembled.

Soon their surfaces cracked, quickly shattering.

These were Fourth Realm Golden Core Level Mechanical Puppet Beasts, made from Ten Thousand Year Old Wood, also guarded by Rune Arrays, yet they shattered open.

This demonstrated the great power.

Moreover, the covered range was broad enough.

Soon, countless maze walls began to hum and tremble, almost like an earthquake.

The Spiritual Artifact Robe on Small Knife from the Earth Vein Extreme Point automatically emitted an increasingly intense glow.

Under its protection, Small Knife still felt somewhat uncomfortable, his head buzzing.

Soon most of his consciousness entered his Personal Space.

A Golden Bell flew out from his Sword Mansion, covering him.

Sword-shaped small Runes appeared on the Golden Bell, emitting a sound like striking a bell.

This was Small Knife's foundation, his Lifebound Treasure.

Warming Yang in the Purple Mansion, inside it more of a pure Energy forming a bead, is Small Knife's Golden Core.

Indeed, he had already condensed a Golden Core.

With ample Experience, saving a great deal of the world, he directly reached the Golden Core Peak, needing only an epiphany, to determine his path, then he could crack the Core, and form a Nascent Soul.

But this step blocked Small Knife.

Because Nascent Soul required his entire Soul and Spirits to be integrated.

At that time, becoming a Nascent Soul, the foundation of the body, everything would be within the Nascent Soul, the body would only become a shell.

If not for the Nascent Soul's fragility and weakness, a physical body wouldn't even be needed.

Once transforming into Divinity, the Nascent Soul undergoes metamorphosis and maturation, truly able to discard the physical body.

But Small Knife discovered, in his Golden Core, only one Soul existed, utterly unable to form a Nascent Soul.

Unless all Clones were abandoned, combining the Three Souls and Seven Spirits into one whole.

For now, Nature means not planning to do so.

How could he possibly abandon all Clones?

Once obtaining nine Little Worlds, then combining and merging them into a Great World, at that time, look at what the Master of the Great World, at least having the strength of Divinity Transformation, has in terms of profound subtlety, then make a choice.

Hence the incomplete Soul and Spirits, causing players to die. If Soul Fragments couldn't be retrieved, forming a Nascent Soul was impossible.

After his observation and deduction.

He basically confirmed that the player's game body only possesses one Soul or Spirit.

After death, Soul Fragments containing Souls and Spirits must be retrieved, otherwise with incomplete Soul and Spirits, forming a Nascent Soul is unachievable.

Thus, losing Soul Fragments allows for a maximum of nine deaths; the tenth death results in real-life death.

But ordinary players are unaware of this because losing a Soul Fragment once, without Spirit Liquid, can cause idiocy, so how could they survive nine times?

Therefore, knowing this secret is useless to ordinary players.

It's only useful to someone at a level like Small Knife.

His Lifebound Treasure has been under continuous nurturing, so he hasn't used it, although far inferior to a Spiritual Artifact, its protective effect is no less now.

The Spiritual Celestial Observation Mirror at his waist also emitted a glow, enveloping Small Knife.

It made his body appear hazy, with a somewhat unreal feeling.

Thus, this invisible attack was completely blocked.

However, Small Knife felt no pride.

Instead, his expression was serious.

The opposing Master of the World had not appeared, and it was only Lords, just three of them, whose combined attack was already so terrifying, what if the Master of the World made a move?

Now, Small Knife had already figured it out.

The opposing Master of the World hadn't made a move, possibly couldn't make a move.

Otherwise, having reached this point and still stalling wouldn't be described by general stupidity.

To become the Master of the World, being this stupid is impossible.

Then it's only possible that they can't make a move.

This judgment shouldn't be wrong.

He glanced over; most of the time had passed since the space channel was fully linked.

But he couldn't guarantee that the Master of the World wouldn't make a move?

Time passed bit by bit.

The three colossal blood-colored bats continued sending out such terrifying vibrations.

The tremors in the attack range dissolved everything into powder, yet the vibrations persisted.

This persisted to the point where even the space seemed to start vibrating as if it were about to break.

Under such terrifying assaults, nothing could remain.

The suppression of World Power from above became increasingly apparent.

Truly biased, isn't it?

Watching all this, Small Knife felt irritated.

Evidently, this kind of space had reached the Zero Point, causing damage to this Little World, yet the world suppression noticed yet arrived tardily.

No need to say more.

If it's not the Supreme Treasure born of this world, it's related to it, leading to biased world suppression.