Shangxin Day

Inside the room.

Little Mirage Dragon danced without pause, utterly pleased with its new form after shedding its bloated shackles. It swooped back and forth, landing on the table one moment and on Fubo the next, coiling around the spear shaft without moving, pretending to be an ornament.

Counting through his mighty generals one by one, Fist still lagged behind by a tier, with only Wolf Smoke mid-realm.

Cannot Move, Round Head, Fat Catfish, and Awei were all at the peak of Wolf Smoke. Yet the Mirage Worm had become a demon first—how could Fist be happy about that?

Once he had saved enough Marsh Essence, he would pull Fist up as well. He could not leave it behind alone.

Fortune was meant to be shared.

Liang Qu gathered his thoughts and beckoned the Mirage Worm over.

Of the Mirage Worm's five abilities, four were brand-new. Three were easy enough to understand, but one was rather unique.

"What is Turn Illusion into Reality?"

Little Mirage Dragon pondered briefly. It looked around, spotted Awei, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Coiling its body halfway around, it opened its dragon mouth and breathed out mist.

The white mist was like a cold fog, rolling over the tabletop and spilling down its edges.

In just a few breaths, a six-winged centipede almost identical to Awei emerged, poured forth from the white column. It was entirely white, however, and stood rigidly still.

Just as Liang Qu thought it was an inanimate object,

Little Mirage Dragon swung its body and lashed it with its tail, as if awakening its mind.

White Awei turned its head. Wings sprouted from beneath its back shell and shook twice. Faint white smoke dispersed, and soon it flapped its wings and circled through the air, displaying agility no less