He Caitou’s first feeling when he grabbed Huo Yuhao’s soul tool was balance. It was an indescribable sense of harmony. It was as if this wasn’t a soul tool at all, but a piece of metal. Its texture felt very similar to that of solid metal.

Every part of the Milk Bottle gave him the same feeling. The weight and everything else felt like that. This feeling was too miraculous. He Caitou’s Milk Bottle was much less balanced compared to Huo Yuhao’s Milk Bottle, even it was roughly similar to Huo Yuhao’s Milk Bottle in terms of appearance.

“Little… second brother, your Class 3 Milk Bottle isn’t a Class 4 soul tool. It’s better than a Class 4 soul tool!” He Caitou couldn’t help but rave over Huo Yuhao’s Milk Bottle.

Huo Yuhao chortled and replied, “I felt very good just now. It seems like the tense atmosphere of this tournament helps me to focus better.” There were outsiders around, and thus he naturally couldn’t say that it was his first time testing out the spiritual power obtained from...