"A Heavenly Rank Artifact, Number 2-13!" Balermo suddenly realized he was within the control range of this Heavenly Rank artifact wielded by Modric.
In his current state, he simply couldn't resist the formidable power of a Heavenly Rank artifact. He opened his mouth to roar, but only a hoarse moan escaped.
The once mighty Seventh Energy Level Hell Titan had become a mummified corpse.
Modric's figure gazed at the mummified corpse, his heart aching with grief. "What kind of sorcery does the Digital Group possess?" he lamented. "A Seventh Energy Level expert, brainwashed just like that?"
Chen Gu shook his head gently, and Modric added, "The rest is up to you, Captain Chen."
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"AH—DIE!" Gascolin roared, furiously swinging the iron rod in his hands. He shattered several pitch-black, claw-like branches before him, but dozens more swarmed from all directions, irresistibly engulfing him and his courage.
