Last came Little White Dragon.
The Cangming Reversed Dragon-Scale Soft Armor rippled close against his body.
Its deep blue shaded into inky black, fine glints shimmering across its scales as it flowed like water.
At his will, it could take a dragon's shape to envelop him or form phantom wings hovering behind his back.
One spread of those dragon wings would bring the crushing water pressure of Cangming down upon the entire field.
The Cold Abyss Realm-Locking Pulse Dragon Spear in his hand was long, slender, and chillingly sharp.
Layers upon layers of pulse Dao Runes lay within the spear, each ring linked to the next in an endless cycle.
Little White Dragon specialized in high-speed maneuvering and pinning the enemy down.
Scouting enemy movements, sealing retreat routes, dividing the battlefield.
Harassing the flanks and disrupting the enemy's rhythm.
Covering the entire squad's withdrawal at any moment and adjusting Tang Sanzang's firing position as needed.
In the blink of an eye, they were all fully armed.
[The Preaching Squad actually brought out all my precious heavy weapons.]
[I have to admit, they're starting to look like an elite fighting force now.]
[Clever of them to put their own treasures away, but aren't you being a little disrespectful toward these system-produced treasures?]
[Sure, those things don't exactly look like they belong in the Primordial World.]
[But I personally forged them! You're really not taking this fairy seriously at all.]
[Taking these treasures to the Immortal Lord of Myriad Laws-isn't that just handing him gifts? Watch out, or I'll intervene and tweak the drop rates so you can't draw a single treasure.]
Inside the Three Pure Ones Hall, the Heavenly Venerates all chuckled despite themselves.
How had Daoism's representative, everyone's eternal eldest senior sister, gotten so worked up over this?
Wasn't this