"Since you've already gone for the kill, there's no need for us to show mercy either! Just wait to be tortured into collapse by my illusion realm." Kong Qianling said coldly.
"Have you no shame? You were planning to kill me from the start, yet you make it sound so grand and righteous." Li Tianming rolled his eyes.
The great battle was on the verge of erupting!
The few dozen Emperor puppets Li Tianming had left were immediately swallowed up by the enemy's Emperor puppets.
Boom!
Li Chuang was already dead. The remaining Mo Minghan instantly transformed into the ghostly body of the Eight-Winged Blackblood Clan. Eight fleshy wings spread behind him, nearly blotting out the sky, while his head turned bat-like. Instead of fur, his body was covered in countless bone spurs and black scales!
He suddenly swooped down toward Li Tianming and the others, extending his claws as if to pierce straight through Li Tianming.
Li Tianming did not move at all. In Mo Minghan's eyes, he looked as though he had been scared witless.
Idiot. You're courting death! Mo Minghan sneered inwardly.
But then, a pure-white figure abruptly appeared. She wore dragon-scale armor, with peerless features, a slender yet powerful waist, and round, shapely thighs, like the most perfect work of art in the world.
Clang!!
A nine-section Supreme Unity Tower spear moved like a roaming dragon in her hands, instantly blocking the enemy's killing strike.
This beautiful and incomparably valiant Goddess of War formed a stark contrast with the opponent's ugly ghostly body.
"This Star Puppet can actually block one of my attacks?" Mo Minghan's heart trembled, but his pair of claws did not slacken in the slightest, continuously unleashing bloody flashes.
Those bloody flashes landed on An Ning's spear without leaving even the faintest mark!