A thousand miles from Black Flame Fortress, Fang Mo lay quietly in hiding atop a mountain peak. His body was like a rock, his life force reduced to a minimum, while his Primordial Spirit spread toward Black Flame Fortress like a gentle breeze.
His main goal was to find Sword King Baron.
The Level 6 Liquid Metal Warrior he had gravely wounded was at his weakest right now. He was likely inside the fortress, recovering.
If he could kill Sword King Baron and seize his Liquid Metal Battle Armor, he would not only weaken the Mechanical Empire further, but also obtain the Liquid Gold needed to upgrade his Dragon Blood Battle Armor. His own Liquid Metal Battle Armor had reached a critical point in its upgrade.
A Level 6 Liquid Metal Battle Armor was considerably stronger than a Level 5 one. With it, he would gain another powerful weapon.
The Mechanical Empire had technology capable of defending against Primordial Spirit probes. So Fang Mo let his Primordial Spirit seep in bit by bit, like spring rain nourishing the earth, making sure it gave off no energy fluctuations.
Three hundred miles.
Two hundred miles.
One hundred miles.
Just as he was about to reach the Defense Shield, he suddenly stopped.
"Something's wrong!"
Fang Mo's expression shifted slightly. He sensed a trace of danger.
It was faint, almost imperceptible, but with his current cultivation, his ability to sense danger was terrifyingly acute. Even the Ancestral Dragon Blade in his Dantian trembled slightly, warning him.
"Is there a Level Seven Liquid Metal Warrior in the city?"
Fang Mo's pupils narrowed slightly.
"Damn it!"
He cursed inwardly. The Mechanical Empire had left a Level Seven in Black Flame Fortress. Could they have known he would return and set a trap for him?
"I can't