Yuanfeng didn't mind at all when Zhang Qing collected those bones. Her most powerful weapons were her own flames and her physical body, and she didn't place much value on external items. As they moved closer to the center, the pure white flames grew denser, gradually forming something like a waterfall.
The waterfall of pure white flames washed over rolling waves of gray-black, heaven-shaking baleful aura. Only here did Zhang Qing begin to take things seriously. The closer they walked to the center, the less massive the encountered bones were compared to the external ones; yet as Zhang Qing collected them, he had a strong sense that these smaller bones must have belonged to fierce beasts far more powerful—and vastly so—than those with gigantic skeletons during their lifetimes.
The reason these remains had shrunk was likely due to the alternating baptism of the baleful aura and the South-Ming Leaving Fire, which compressed the massive bones down and rendered their density astonishing. The next instant, Zhang Qing halted his steps, and Yuanfeng stopped right behind him.
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