The massive phantom of Little Jing opened its Tao Tie mouth and bit down directly. The Golden Sword Dragon instantly disappeared on the spot, vanishing into thin air like that.
Floating in mid-air, Little Jing was enveloped in a golden halo, like a cocoon.
"Succeeded in devouring?"
The disappearance of the Golden Sword Dragon left Ye Mo somewhat expectant, so he began to ask the little girl.
"Mm, it succeeded. Now it's just a matter of slowly assimilating the other's body. I don't think it'll be long before Little Jing can transform into the Golden Sword Dragon."
As the little girl spoke, a look of joy appeared on Ye Mo's face. Little Jing's transformation into the Golden Sword Dragon meant gaining an assistant with combat power superior to his own, especially given the bizarre attacks of the Golden Sword Dragon.
"However, it seems it's not over yet!"
Ye Mo looked at a series of figures rushing over, causing the ground to tremble as if thousands of enemies were coming at once.
