The quasi-divine artifact's staff spirit had dissipated, leaving Ling Tian and Po Qiong utterly astonished. They knew how difficult it was to damage the spirit of a quasi-divine artifact, let alone do so without significantly harming the staff itself.
As if guessing what Ling Tian was wondering, Po Qiong said, "It wasn't the Black Flood Dragon. It doesn't have that kind of power yet."
Ling Tian trusted Po Qiong's judgment. Though he was even more puzzled, he had no time to think it over. Gripping the staff, he charged forward. But he wasn't rushing in blindly. He had already activated the Primordial Magnetic Gold Edge Armor technique, and he had quietly begun circulating the Heavenly Evolution Buddha Body Golden Form technique as well. Countless tiny swastikas lay hidden beneath his armor, making them difficult for outsiders to notice.
And that wasn't all. Ling Tian recalled the Light Dance Flying Sword. The Nine Flying Swords hovered in the air, Sword Qi crisscrossing as they intercepted the blade winds attacking him.
"Eh? What's Brother Yuan trying to do?" Silver Fox was the first to notice Ling Tian's actions, and she was stunned.
Mo Yu and Mo Yan had fought alongside Ling Tian many times back in the Cultivation World, so they knew how skilled he was at close-quarters combat. The moment they saw him charging in with a staff, they understood what he intended to do. They exchanged a glance, then unleashed the power of their Purple Obsidian Demonic Eyes, pinning the Black Flood Dragon's head in place.
The Black Flood Dragon was enormous, no smaller than Xiao Shi. The Purple Obsidian Demonic Eyes, however, had a limited range. Even though Mo Yu and Mo Yan had greatly increased their cultivation, they could only immobilize an area a hundred or so zhang