The Mechanical Body Array strengthened once again.
This time, in order to achieve a swift victory without fail, Mu Dan used the latest model of mechanical body produced at the First Base.
Wang Jixuan snapped his fingers, the rolling black Qi returned, and the robust demon body of the Foreign Soul Puppet grew three inches taller again, the cracks on the scales receding significantly.
He looked down at Mao Mo.
Mao Mo was lying slantwise, his eyes vacant, as though he had lost all strength and means.
This Primordial Spirit Contract was indeed quite useful.
Wang Jixuan cupped his hands, his figure delved into the Yellow Sand Formation ahead.
He had almost fully grasped the tactics of the Limp Old Taoist.
The mottled demonic Qi of the opponent, he was determined to claim it!
Within the large array, the roar of the Demon Cultivator echoed, as two currents of black Qi began to clash and one-sidedly swallow each other.
