I Can Bring In-game Items Out-Chapter 724 - 428 Yin Spirit_2

It all depends on the degree of condensation.

The human form is one that everyone is quite accustomed to; it condenses most naturally, as if by instinct, and is the easiest to solidify.

For instance, Small Knife, even at his first formation of a Yin Body, did quite well, although for him, it was far from reaching the peak.

"Take action, don't you see his body is so illusory?" A sharp female voice suddenly erupted from the audience below.

Male Tyrant was taken aback; how could he not recognize that familiar voice?

He immediately looked over.

The opponent's figure was indeed in a translucent state.

Indeed, Small Knife's fists were condensed larger than a head, yet the body was somewhat frail, adding arm after arm, solidifying both power and form.

All the Flying Swords had been destroyed, and his body, transparent, was visible to everyone.

However, those exploded fists transformed into black mist, rapidly flying back and merging into his body.

The arms that didn't have large fists also retracted back into the body.

Even so, Small Knife dropped approximately ten levels due to the Yin Qi consumption during the intense combat just now.

This was a helpless situation.

After all, this wasn't the Wan Gui Mini World; not only was there no pure Yin Qi to absorb, but if not handled properly, the Yin Qi would disperse into the surroundings, unable to be reclaimed, swallowed by the Little World.

Even if there were Yin Qi, he would not dare to absorb it because it would inevitably be filled with negative energy.

In normal Little Worlds, Yin Qi is only produced by the condensation of negative energy, for instance, in places of massive creature death.

Small Knife wasn't quite skilled yet; after all, it was the first time he controlled Yin Qi, even though he had honed his awareness and control significantly in his Personal Space,

there were still many shortcomings in maneuvering the Yin Qi for the first time, and the speed wasn't fast enough either.

After consecutively exploding five huge fists, forming five masses of Yin Qi, the reclaiming was slightly slow, and he felt some had dissipated.

At that moment, Male Tyrant received a reminder.

He hurriedly slapped his forehead.

A dazzling dragon-shaped hairpin embedded in his hair instantly shot out with radiant luster.

Growing with the wind, it emitted colorful rays of light.

A dragon's roar echoed, astonishing the audience as it transformed into a Giant Dragon.

Some whispered, this was indeed Male Tyrant's famous treasure.

With ladies riding on its back, hehe, hehe.

The dragon's roar continued while mist already formed around, the spectacle was truly impeccable.

The Giant Dragon charged towards Small Knife.

But the Male Tyrant knew that this creature wasn't weak in combat power, reaching the Golden Core Peak; but against the limit-saturating Flying Sword from earlier, it couldn't withstand a single blow.

So he released the Seven-Colored Divine Dragon to hinder and influence the enemy, to buy time for himself.

Thus, Male Tyrant continued his actions without stopping, immediately slapping his waist, three Golden Core Peak Mechanical Birds flew out, complete with racks and other leisure items on their backs.

Clearly, he couldn't care less about everything else; he was giving it his all.

But it also revealed his lack of preparation.

Then he slapped the other side, and nine Golden Core Peak Mechanical Puppet Beasts appeared.

Not only that. He slapped his chest, and three Golden Needles shot out.

Finally, with a flick of his wrist, a troop of Third Realm Daoist Soldiers appeared, all of them Half-Dragons, top-level Daoist Soldiers with undeniably strong power, at least elite.

More terrifying was their sheer number, directly crowding this side of the ring, more significantly the leader was a pure Dragon-man, having reached the Fourth Realm, inevitably regarded as a King.

Still, it was the highest level among Kings.

He had invested a lot of resources in cultivation, universally recognized as capable of contending with a Nascent Soul in combat, standing at two and a half meters tall, with dragon-scale-defense strong to the point of absurdity.

However, the Daoist Soldiers, after all, differed from players; they had only one life, and cultivating them to such an extent was so expensive that generally, only major powers would be willing to do so.

Even if major powers cultivated them, it was usually for display, reserved for face-saving purposes, like standing guard at major events, used as decoration rather than for actual combat, which would be too extravagant.

Yet once they made their appearance, they caused quite a stir.

Unfair!

Too unfair!

All sorts of curses echoed from below the stage.

Male Tyrant ignored them completely and arrogantly declared: "The winner is king, the loser is a bandit. If you want fairness, don't use pure Yin Qi. Do you think I know nothing? If you have other means, bring them out, who's afraid of whom?"

He still had many Magical Treasures left, but unfortunately, apart from those meant for defense, the others had unique uses, not suitable for combat at all.

The Seven-Colored Divine Dragon attacked.

At this point, Small Knife couldn't bother absorbing the Yin Qi; his arms directly transformed into massive claws, tearing the extraordinary-looking Giant Dragon into dissipating specks of light through sheer physical brute force.

Yet due to such a distraction, a considerable amount of black mist around him wasn't absorbed into his body in time; because of this distraction, the speed of the black mist entering his body slowed even further. Now, apart from his pair of giant claws, his body was also illusory and dim, appearing transparent.

The more time wasted, the more black mist dissipated into the surroundings; once dispersed, it couldn't be reclaimed naturally.

At that moment, various other attacks approached.

A flood of Daoist Soldiers and Mechanical Puppet Beasts bore down upon him.

Especially that Dragon-man; before even getting close, it opened its mouth and spewed flames at him.

This was Dragon Breath.

Even a Dragon-man's Dragon Breath was inherently suppressive against Small Knife's yin mist body.

Taking a hit would certainly incinerate the Yin Qi, inflicting severe losses on him.

"Haha!"

Small Knife laughed; with such displayed combat power, he believed the Yin Spirit market wouldn't be a problem.

But he couldn't give too high expectations; this way, other players might not be able to use it, and that would be somewhat inappropriate.

So then.

With a wave of his hand.

A corpse appeared in front of him.

Small Knife wasn't cheating.

Originally selling Fifth Realm Yin Bodies, even solidified, they were intangible; leaving Wan Gui's two Mini Worlds without Yin Qi supplementation meant they weren't truly Undying Bodies, only having the Undying Body without vital weaknesses.

Additionally, the Yin Qi of an Undying Body sounds formidable and is formidable to use, but it has obvious weaknesses, which Small Knife did not avoid addressing.

The high price naturally came from the associated physical Spirit Corpses.

Fifth Realm, Golden Armor Spirit Corpse, impervious to blade and spear, was the Yin Body's companion counterpart, as expensive as the Yin Body.

However, purchasing a Yin Body package without buying the Spirit Corpse companion leaves it half the experience.

No, half the effectiveness.

Therefore, what Small Knife brought out now was a Spirit Corpse, a Golden Corpse of the Fifth Realm, boosted with absorbed metals, greatly enhancing defense into a Golden Armor Corpse.

The Fifth Realm Golden Armor Corpse had defense not inferior to King Level dragon-scale defenses.

Tough hide and flesh, fearlessly stalwart.

This was a highly valuable Daoist Soldier.

Except for its slightly slower speed.

The difference between an ordinary Golden Armor Corpse and a Spirit Corpse lay in the amount of negative energy, such as resentment, that filled it.

Less resentment qualified it as a Spirit Corpse.

Such a Spirit Corpse suited for inhabitation, whereas an ordinary Golden Armor Corpse was not; used for inhabitation would result in spirit pollution from the resentment and other negative energies within.

This point alone created a huge price difference.

Thus, Small Knife considered his price not expensive.

Now, with the Yin Spirit advertised, it was time for the Spirit Corpse.

Small Knife sold Spirit Corpses, and this Golden Corpse half-product naturally came with the sale of a complete version of the Golden Armor Corpse.

The vast amounts of metals consumed naturally were to be earned back from the sellers.

Bringing out one wasn't an issue.

As the Spirit Corpse appeared, it stood in front of Small Knife.

Directly blocking the Dragon Breath.

Getting hit all over by searing Dragon Breath, players below gasped.

Golden Armor Corpse?

Spirit Corpse?

...!

The appearance of the Golden Armor Spirit Corpse was quite impressive.

Yes, from afar.

Up close, not so great.

Because it was ugly.

From afar, all golden, as if clad in golden armor.

In reality, its skin had absorbed too much metal, forming a defensive layer with its corpse qi, looking like golden armor, but was really its skin.

The Dragon-man, however, had actual scales.

What a pity.

As soon as it appeared, it was attacked by the Dragon-man.

Oh my, what did I see, that Fourth Realm Dragon-man, surprisingly not a King Level but an Emperor Level. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

The players exclaimed.

What a pity for that Golden Armor Corpse.

Even Small Knife was rather surprised, for Emperor Level was the assessment typically attributed to ordinary Giant Dragons in the Goblin Mini World.

Training a Dragon-man to such a degree wasn't just through Dragon Blood, it required inherent talent.

This, truly reflected immense financial and material investment.

Yet unknown, this was extensively nurtured by Lord of the Vile Tongue for show-off purposes, initially planning to cultivate two, one on either side, as left and right guardians.

This way, he firmly established his status as the number one lord.