It was vivid red like blood coral, its surface covered in irregular lines, resembling a star that had been shattered and reassembled.
Xu Ping immediately felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, as if a thorn was against his back, hair standing on end.
"What kind of spirit treasure is this?" Xu Ping was shocked, his expression grave.
The aura emanating from that treasure was extremely bizarre, neither like an orthodox spirit treasure nor like an evil cultivator's magical weapon.
Even though the opponent hadn't activated it yet, the wave that could tear everything appeared, making his soul tremble deeply.
Given his current defense, he feared he might not be able to escape unscathed.
"I must go all out!"
With a wave of Xu Ping's sleeve, six puppets with dark golden bodies suddenly appeared on both sides of him, each exuding an overwhelming quasi-fourth rank pressure.
