"Hmm?"
Lu Chenzhou's face darkened.
He extended a finger, and the green poisonous mist transformed into a small snake, injecting it into the golden thread.
...
Litian World.
Wang Changming led a Seventh Realm team, exploring an ancient battlefield.
Unexpectedly, an awakened ancient Demon Saint lurked here, with strength no less than a Second Step expert.
Currently at the peak of the Seventh Rank, he relied on an Eighth Rank top-grade Spiritual Weapon given by Lu Chenzhou, and his team's array could barely hold their ground.
"Captain Wang, let's retreat. We must temporarily abandon this place," said one of the Seventh Realm members.
"This Demon Saint has mastery of the Power Extreme Dao and is too strong. Our array can't hold for long," someone said.
"Hahaha, I've been starving for countless years, finally, I can have a good meal," laughed the ancient Demon Saint, a lizard demon monster clad in heavy armor.
