Chapter 137: The Clam and the Snipe Clash, and the Fisherman Reaps the Gain

"Don't go. That's Nether Umbra Flame…" That single line from the Tower Spirit stopped Benson Santee cold as he was about to withdraw. His chest tightened. He kept his voice low. "You're sure?" The Tower Spirit answered without hesitation. "Yes. The Corpse Puppet is carrying exactly what we've been searching for: the Lunar Umbra Fire. There might even be a seed of Nether Umbra Flame inside it…" Benson Santee's gaze darkened. "And you're sure I can beat it? That Corpse Puppet's combat power...