As Mo Zhi spoke, she revealed her long nails and waved her hand, sending a rush of gang wind straight onto the jar!
With a loud 'bang', the jar remained intact, but Mo Zhi took two steps back.
This made Mo Zhi feel even more humiliated, quite displeased in her heart. Normally, when she showed her nails, the gang wind could tear apart a decent magic artifact.
Now, it was just a small, shabby jar, yet it remained unscathed.
The more Mo Zhi thought about it, the angrier she became, so she immediately returned above ground from this underground base camp.
She was no reckless woman, facing trouble head-on without seeking help.
Seeing the Dragon Spirit looking around warily, Mo Zhi dashed directly in front of him.
She immediately complained: "Dragon King, I found the base camp of those resentful spirits, it's a jar taller than a person.
But that jar is really strange, I've attacked it several times with no effect..."
