Two against two?
Yuwen Lie looked at Jiang Xuantao's corpse, holding the battle spear in his hand. The White Tiger Dharma Form appeared, almost as real, exuding a dense and murderous aura, while in another place, He Ruoqinhu held the horse spear, his gaze heavy.
Li Guanyi rode the Qilin.
The Qilin revealed its true form, stepping slowly, its fangs slightly open, with a cerulean flame flowing around it. Even before reaching maturity, it possessed the ultimate Eighth Layer Heaven power of the Fire Qilin, with water and fire intertwining, almost manifesting the might of thunder.
General Xue looked at the cracks in the mechanical armor. If it were still flesh and blood at this moment, his face would surely be pained.
He wanted to curse.
The quality of this thing is too poor.
From the time Li Guanyi awakened to now, the mechanical body created was ultimately still of inadequate quality.
