"What just happened?"
"Didn't the Black Death God already hit? Why was there such a sound, why isn't he dead?"
Many spiritualists murmured in confusion, as they were starting to struggle to understand the battle situation; the events occurred just too quickly for them, it wasn't their fault.
Among the spiritualists, the top-tier magic system legend, Mo Ze, spoke: "The Magic Staff cast a spell."
"Magic Staff?"
"Yes, the Magic Staff isn't just a lifeless object. During the fight earlier, it flickered once and formed seven continuous, almost invisible, blood-red crystals in midair. Together, they diverted the force of that attack seven times successively."
Mo Ze's brow gradually furrowed as he muttered to himself: "Where did this guy get all these strange and bizarre things? The Magic Robe, the Magic Staff, each one has its own awareness and considerable abilities. These are all top-tier treasures."
