Zhenhai Refined Iron Rod

As Shen Luo dodged, he watched the scene before him, a strange feeling stirring in his heart.

The battle was extraordinarily fierce, and the Rain Master seemed hard-pressed on all sides. Yet Shen Luo kept having a premonition that the Rain Master had deliberately brought about this situation.

"Brother Shen, what is it?" Ao Hong noticed the change in Shen Luo's expression and asked through voice transmission.

Shen Luo was about to answer when a piercing shriek soared from the Zhenhai Refined Iron Rod. A square pattern roughly ten feet across appeared on its surface, composed of countless golden characters of varying sizes.

These golden characters trembled gently, radiating powerful spiritual fluctuations and blazing with golden light so dazzling that it was difficult to keep one's eyes open. They looked profoundly mysterious.

"Haha! It finally appeared!" The black-faced giant burst into excited laughter. His immense body moved, transforming into a paper-thin black shadow that shot through a gap between the three golden rod phantoms and lunged at Ao Zhong.

"Second Brother, watch out!" Alarmed by the sight, Ao Hong lunged forward. The Dragon Spear in his hand blazed with golden light, and dozens of spear phantoms shot out, stabbing toward the black shadow the giant had become.

Shen Luo did not follow. His eyes remained fixed on the golden characters on the Zhenhai Refined Iron Rod, excitement gleaming in them.

He hesitated briefly, but as he saw the Rain Master hurtling forward, understanding flashed across his face. He immediately shot toward the Zhenhai Refined Iron Rod, spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and rapidly formed hand seals.

With a bang, the blood essence burst into a cloud of bloody mist and merged into the golden pattern on the Zhenhai Refined Iron Rod.

Waves of bloody light immediately rippled across