A thousand miles beyond Black Flame Fortress, Fang Mo lay quietly hidden atop a mountain peak. His body was like stone, even his life force suppressed to the lowest level, while his Primordial Spirit drifted toward Black Flame Fortress like a gentle breeze.
His main goal was to find Barn.
That Level 6 Liquid Metal Warrior whom he had gravely wounded was at his weakest right now. He was very likely recuperating within the fortress.
If he could kill Barn and seize his Liquid Metal Battle Armor, not only could he further weaken the Mechanical Empire, he could also provide upgrade liquid metal for his own Dragon Blood Battle Armor. His Liquid Metal Battle Armor had reached a crucial point in its upgrade.
A Level 6 Liquid Metal Battle Armor was far stronger than a Level 5 one. It would give him another powerful means at his disposal.
The Mechanical Empire possessed technological methods to defend against Primordial Spirit probes, so he spread his Primordial Spirit inward bit by bit like spring rain, ensuring it would not sense any energy fluctuations.
Three hundred miles.
Two hundred miles.
One hundred miles.
Just as he was about to touch the defensive shield, he suddenly stopped.
"Something's wrong!"
Fang Mo's expression shifted slightly as he sensed a trace of danger.
It was faint—so faint it was nearly impossible to detect. Yet with his current cultivation, his perception of all kinds of danger had become terrifyingly sharp. Even the Ancestral Dragon Blade within his Dantian trembled faintly, warning him.
"Is there a Level 7 Liquid Metal Warrior in the city?"
Fang Mo's pupils contracted slightly.
"Damn it!"
He cursed inwardly. The Mechanical Empire had left a Level 7 warrior in Black Flame Fortress. Did they know he would return? Were they lying in wait