Since Han Feng had taken on this deadly errand, he wasn't about to be polite.
He looked at Ye Jinghong and got straight to the point.
"If I'm going to negotiate with that old turtle, you need to provide me with all the hardware support."
Ye Jinghong nodded emphatically. "Ask for whatever you need."
"Two things."
Han Feng held up two fingers.
"First, a treasure that can resist High Tier spiritual pressure."
"That old turtle has the bloodline of an Ancient God and is an old overlord. A single glance from him could probably lock down my Divine Soul and paralyze me."
This wasn't just Han Feng being an alarmist.
The suffocating feeling that Qing Shan had inflicted on his Divine Soul was still fresh in his mind, and Profound Prison would only be a hundred times more terrifying than Qing Shan.
"Second, an Anti-Gravity Device."
"That monkey Qing Shan could already play all sorts of tricks with Gravity. His master must be an expert in this Dao."
