Hundred-Arms had been shattered but was not dead. Gu Xu was about to pursue him when the Ancient City came hurtling at him again.
Gu Xu reused his old trick, spraying vast quantities of black sand cockleburs from his body. But none of the cockleburs could penetrate the Ancient City's body; they were all easily bounced away.
The Ancient City once again transformed into a comet, driving Gu Xu back like a hurtling star.
After landing that blow, the enormous city, spanning dozens of li, nimbly traced a graceful arc through the air before wheeling around to attack again.
Seizing this opportunity, Hundred-Arms regenerated his flesh, though his body was nowhere near as powerful as before.
Ao Zhou looked at Gu Xu with envy. Those black sand cockleburs were exceedingly rare Sacred Power treasures. Such treasures could merge with Sacred Power, effectively granting it an additional property out of thin air. Only Saint Ancestors could refine them.
"It seems Gu Xu has quite a few treasures tucked away at the bottom of his chest. No wonder he dared come to Dragon City." Greed showed on Ao Zhou's face. He had completely forgotten his earlier alliance with the Demon Barbarians and now regarded Gu Xu as his enemy through and through.
Ao Zhou looked toward the motionless Flood Dragon Sage skeleton in the distance. In a battle of this caliber, a mere Flood Dragon Sage skeleton was of little use.
After a while, Ao Zhou sent Fang Yun a voice transmission. "Your Majesty, I want to steal my uncle's remains back."
"Mm," Fang Yun acknowledged softly.
Ao Zhou chuckled and pretended he was about to attack Gu Xu. Just as he prepared to strike, a chill swept through his body, leaving him rooted to the spot, utterly motionless.
Several breaths later,