"King Qin Guang, are you still not going to act?" Gu Xuanji shouted.
Zhao Tian Sha gently shook his head.
"I will not interfere in this battle!" Zhao Tian Sha said solemnly.
Everyone looked at Zhao Tian Sha. All of them were slightly stunned, but the eyes that had cleared after shedding their hesitation spoke of Zhao Tian Sha's determination at this moment.
Neutral?
Gu Xuanji and the others were deeply displeased.
There were two others: Lan and Netherworld Master.
Regarding the dispute between Mud Bodhisattva and Nian Youyou's sides, Lan merely glanced over once. Most of his attention then focused on the egg-yolk-like sphere in the distance.
It was a sphere condensed from countless streams of destiny. The voice of Ancestor Ming He had come from within it earlier. Yet at this moment, not the slightest trace of its interior could be seen.
Lan narrowed his eyes.
"Roar!"
The black dragon beneath Lan let out a dragon's cry and suddenly pounced toward the egg-yolk-like sphere.
"Song Emperor King Lan, what are you doing?" Mo Zi roared.
Lan cast a cold glance at everyone, then revealed a trace of disdain. He turned his head and continued charging toward the egg-yolk-like sphere.
"Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!"
As he flew, Lan's body underwent an astonishing transformation. Gradually, his skin turned pale blue, even taking on a metallic sheen.
It was not only his skin. Lan's hair and clothes all turned into something resembling blue metal.
"Great River Heavenly Court's Lan?" Everyone in the distance revealed astonished expressions.
"Metal? That body—is it liquid metal?" Netherworld Master raised his brows.
The egg-shaped sphere was extremely far from everyone. For a time, the black dragon seemed unable to reach it.
Yet Lan's sudden action and bizarre transformation made everyone uneasy. What was he