The alchemists knew full well that they could not let Mo Qiong move.
They had already realized that Mo Qiong could reflect almost any attack with physical form.
But to reflect their attacks, Mo Qiong had to move first.
Thus, the twenty of them swiftly used the external limbs constructed from magical energy to build an alchemical array.
It could suppress and bind enemies within the formation, leaving them at its mercy.
What the transcendent systems lacked least were all sorts of miraculous effects. Though none were absolute, whenever the alchemists needed a particular effect, they generally had the corresponding magical techniques to achieve it.
Trying to outspend Black Emperor in energy, when he carried a god with him, was truly foolish. If they wanted to win, they had to take advantage of the richness and variety of their own system.
Just as Mo Qiong and Master Gou were bound, with countless blades surrounding them and everything about to be annihilated by energy blades,
a huge black metal umbrella rose from Mo Qiong's body.
Its handle plunged deep into Mo Qiong's spine, as if it had grown out of his backbone.
"Elemental attacks are useless against me."
The umbrella almost completely enclosed Mo Qiong, resembling a massive black flower bud.
The alchemists' attacks were powerful enough to dismember and pulverize a planet, yet they could not leave so much as a mark on it.
Even though Mo Qiong was restrained, the attacks came like a storm, yet they could not force him back even a single step.
Of course, Best Metal should have torn Mo Qiong apart under rigid impact.
But when Mo Qiong inserted Best Metal into his spine, he gave it a trace of slow movement. Thus, although it seemed that Best Metal's center of gravity was on