The substance in the jar is no different from the void power released by Kahn himself. A small ball of floating in the jar reflects a membrane-like luster.

This ball of void is about to move in the tank. It looks like a liquid, and the surface is tensioned to form a film, but in fact it is just a ball of energy with almost no mass, so it floats.

It twisted, and three tentacles that looked like octopus stretched out under the membrane. The wrist surface of the tentacles did not have suction cups, but folds like blinds. Its clear that it was just a ball of energy, but could simulate the limbs. Its color was not constant, the thick part was purple and black, and the thin part was stretched like pale amniotic fluid.

Even with such a small ball of void energy, its growth potential is endless, as long as it is given enough matter and magic.

"Is this the pure void?" Lisandra approached the pot with thin fingers. The ball of energy felt the throbbing of life and the surging magic, and immediately pressed against the wall of the pot, trying to break out of the shackles and merge with it.

But it is just a ball of energy, and the void energy without contact with matter can do nothing, just like a bullet, and it cannot kill anyone without a gun.

Lisangzhuo pulled his hand away, and she could feel that even the slightest touch could make people die tens of millions of times.

"Take it down and keep it well."

"Yes, my goddess."

Lisangzhuo signaled, and the three priests immediately took the can withered with the energy of the void and retreated. Kasha looked at their backs and asked Lisangzhuo: "What do they want to take it for?"

"Study and try various ways to kill it." Lisangzhuo replied. Even the eternal flames cannot kill the void. She can only find a way to eliminate the void and use it on the monitor.

"Why don't you try it yourself?"

"Dear, my time is precious. I have more important things to do. These things can only be handed over to others." Lisangzhuo's mouth showed a pleasant smile, and his thin fingers pressed against his blue lips, making a more silent move.

"They are the most learned researchers under my command. Even though some of them almost never step outside the fortress walls, they are more important to keep their mouths on the secret."

"We need to keep this matter confidential, too?"

"Smart." Lisangzhuo said: "You have done a big thing for me, and the reward is natural. Tell me, I will provide you as much as possible with what you need."

Kasha looked at Kahn and left it to him to decide. He pondered for a while and then said, "We need some blood from the ice bloodline, and..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of flesh and blood coming from beside him. Hara raised his hand and fell, and actually pulled out the dagger he carried with him and directly cut his wrist, allowing the blood to drip.

"Is it enough?"

"Enough..." During Kahn's dazed moment, a lot of blood had flowed out.

Hara's belief and loyalty to Lisanjo was beyond his imagination. Now even if she was asked to die for Lisanjo, he felt that she would not hesitate.

"What else do you need?"

"A ice room full of ice."

"Ice Room? Let me think about it." Lisangzhuo thought. Even the Frost Guard Fortress was rare. If they could not go to the abyss, there would be only one place left.

"I thought of it, let Hala take you there tomorrow. The awakening time is so short that we should part again." Lisangzhu left alone, and soon disappeared into the night.

...

Hala doesn't have to work tonight, so the three of them return to the spire together.

After she took off her heavy armor, Kasha took the initiative to approach and asked Hara with concern: "Your hands don't matter, right?"

"It's okay, I've suffered more serious injuries than this, and I haven't survived." She lifted her clothes and exposed her abdomen and waist, covered with scars of swords and claws of wild beasts. These crisscrossing scars intertwined her body into a map of scars, representing her glory as an ice warrior.

Her wrist and wounds had already formed a shocking blood scab, and as soon as she gently lifted it, blood would gush out. When she just took off her armor, she accidentally touched the blood scab, causing the blood to flow out again.

"I'd better help you with bandage." Kasha took the needle and thread and helped Hala sew the wound. Even if the flesh was pulled by the needle and thread, her brow did not frown. Then Kasha wrapped the wound with a bandage. During this process, the blood from the wound covered her fingertips.

The blood of the cold bloodline is no different from that of normal people. After it flows out of the wound, it turns into sticky dark red plasma.

Kahn looked at them silently, they would only be ruthless when they needed it. Let Kahsha help her, and she could still play the emotional card when she needed it.

"You know how to deal with the wound, but you don't have the experience of bandaging the wound. I can do better with one hand than you," said Hara.

Kasha's face turned slightly red: "I learned a little from others, but I have never had the chance to practice it. I'm so sorry to experiment with you."

Her needlework was naturally learned from Taliyah. She used to want to knit a scarf for Kahn, but she gave up at the beginning. Sewing wounds is similar to knitted clothes, but the skin nails can repair the wounds, and she never had the chance to sew them.

"It's okay, I still have to thank you. If I do it alone, it will definitely be troublesome." Hala smiled rare, but the claw marks on her eyes made her smile a little hideous.

While wiping away the blood on her hands, Kasha noticed that there was no floor furnace here in Hala, and the room temperature was so low that it was about to freeze. She was still naked, exposing herself to the cold air.

So she sent an invitation: "Do you want to go up and sit? We have a fire and a pot of broth, which can be drunk as long as it is heated."

"No, this cold is not worth mentioning to me. It's late at night, you can go back too. I'll take you to that place tomorrow morning."

"good."

Hara covered the blanket tiredly, and Kasha and Kahn also returned to the upper floor of the spire, lit the fire, and waited for the temperature to slowly rise.

Kasha took off her boots and sat on the carpet, constantly moving and stretching her white toes. She asked, "Kahn, do you think those priests can develop something?"

"Difficult." Kahn only answered one word. If the void was so easy to remove, the world would not be eroded and riddled with holes.

After burning water and washing up, they climbed onto the bed. Kasha untied her braids and ended the busy day with a good night kiss.
Chapter completed!