Wang Zhan was now somewhat familiar with the new changes in the System.
As a result, the warlike impulse in his heart grew even more intense. After all, each battle was a great harvest.
As for danger? Laughable. When had Wang Zhan ever faced an enemy who wasn't several ranks higher than himself? Otherwise, how could his advancement speed be so fast?
With that thought, Wang Zhan dispatched his clone while his main body engaged the enemy.
He decided to go all out with his usual berserk output, aiming to harvest extreme attribute points and see if his prediction was correct.
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And so, within a splashed droplet of water, a strand of mental energy silently descended, occupying a commanding position.
In the next moment, it flickered, transforming into an unstable, phantasmal figure, before coalescing entirely into a single sword strike.
His main body, meanwhile, directly swallowed a gulp of Pure Yuan Liquid.
