It was heavy in his hand, special spirit power fluctuations making Hao Te’s fingertips tingle, making his eyes unconsciously display a somewhat intoxicated light. Spirit bone, who didn’t desire them? Even more when this was a skull bone, second only to a torso bone. To any Spirit Masters, these were rare and precious treasures.
In a moment of work, Oscar had already collected the blood he needed. Returning to Hao Te’s side, his gaze also automatically fell on that mirror image skull. But in his eyes was no greed. Having obtained such a most suitable sixth spirit ability, he was already perfectly content, without any greedy thoughts. The reason he fought was that he didn’t want his life to end here.
The intoxication in Hao Te’s eyes gradually disappeared, and clasping the spirit bone in both hands, he held it in front of Oscar,
“Absorb it. It should be very useful to you.”