Divine Weapons and Implements, Victorious Treasures

Crack!!!

At that instant, it was as if something shattered amid Tao Chen's fury.

Had he not heard that Ye Xian's bitch of a student had come to White State, he would never have answered Anvil Elder's summons and thrown in with this pack of lunatics who had nothing on their minds but killing and eating.

Now, seeing Ji Jue's utterly shameless expression, he could no longer contain his rage. He held nothing back as he attacked with all his strength:

"Die, you bastard!"

The bizarre scepter in his hand shuddered violently. The power of the Masterwork abruptly expanded, transforming into endless darkness that sealed heaven and earth. Viscous darkness poured down like torrential rain, while figures trapped within it wailed and crawled out of the pitch-black mud pit.

In the blink of an eye, countless aberrant souls burrowed into the flesh of the Living Corpses and Transformed Wolves, reviving once more.

Like a surging sea tide, they swiftly closed in around them.

Smack!

Tong Shan grunted. Veins bulged across the hand gripping Wielding Brush as the Realm of Encirclement he had just raised cracked open, no longer able to withstand the Frost Flow within the clouds.

"There are others hiding in there. Be careful!"

A cracking sound came from within his eyes. Blood seeped from one eye, while the ring on his index finger shone. "Don't mind me—deal with that Artisan first!"

Boom!!!

The erupting Frost Flow was forcibly defeated. Another Blessed Creation flared upon his body; judging solely by its spirit essence fluctuations, it was already close to a Masterwork!

What kind of equipment warrior was this?!

Even Ji Jue was a little stunned. Perhaps Tong Zhiwu was at his most troublesome precisely when he was in his weakest state—

As for An Ning—the strength of a Hunter