For a Spirit Transformation cultivator to kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator was child's play.
Xu Chengan yawned. It all felt rather dull.
But the job still had to be done.
Besides, his opponent had a few unexpected things about him.
Like that One-Horned Ghost Wyrm skin.
Even Xu Chengan had never seen one of such quality.
Where had this fellow gotten it?
Catch him and find out!
Xu Chengan soared into the air and followed the disturbance deep underground, tracking it all the way.
Suddenly—
Something seemed to strike him. A cloud of blood burst from his body, and he went flying.
What...
Xu Chengan lowered his head in midair and stared at his body in confusion.
A wound ran straight through him, slashing from shoulder to thigh.
None of his protective gear had stopped it.
He had actually suffered such a grievous injury!
Underground.
A strange mask had appeared on the One-Horned Ghost Wyrm's face.
The Divine Mask "Mountain God"!
"Special divine artifact, mask, Imitation Object."
"Description: The earth shatters wherever you pass, along with everything standing upon it."
This was a Creation of the Ruin Gate!
And an advanced Creation from more than a decade in the future!
The One-Horned Ghost Wyrm burst from the ground, now sporting a pair of wings on its back.
"Tengyu."
"Dharma Lord-level 'skin.'"
"Description: 1. Increases movement speed by 300%;"
"2. Expands the power of an Imago to ten times its original strength;"
"3. Can be attached to other 'skins' and removed;"
"4. Grants other 'skins' the ability to grow stronger."
The Ghost Flood Dragon beat its wings and wheeled around to face Xu Chengan. With a shake of its body, it unleashed a dense swarm of hiltless Flying Swords.
"Naive!" Xu Chengan barked.
But the next instant.
Every hiltless Flying Sword