At the sight of this familiar scene, how could Lin Yuan not know who had intervened?
"Senior Moge!"
Lin Yuan could not help murmuring.
Compared to their first meeting, the imposing force of this halberd's entrance had increased countless times over!
Clearly, Moge's strength had advanced by leaps and bounds during this time!
"Moge..." The East Pole Island Lord looked at the ink-black Long Halberd that had appeared in midair and gave a wistful sigh.
His voice held reminiscence, admiration, and regret.
"No, impossible! Moge... Moge!"
"You're still alive!"
Of everyone present, the Divine Artisan naturally had the strongest reaction.
At the sight of that black Long Halberd, the Divine Artisan's eyes filled with profound disbelief, as well as deep fear and awe.
"Yes, I'm still alive."
A gentle voice rang out.
Then a young man in black appeared out of thin air and reached out to grasp the ink-black Long Halberd.
The young man in black had an ordinary build, yet carried an air of deadly sharpness.
He wore a translucent crown on his head.
The crown was forged entirely of steel and was anything but ornate, yet it exuded an intangible nobility.
Is that... a crown? The Artisan's crown? Hmm, perhaps that isn't its name...
Lin Yuan's thoughts stirred as he looked at the figure before him, both familiar and unfamiliar.
The next moment, invisible flames ignited over the crown!
"I never imagined there would come a day when I could finish you off with my own hands."
"Just as I never imagined that you, an Artifact Spirit, would betray me."
Moge spoke casually, as though discussing something trivial.
But the Divine Artisan clearly did not take it casually. The burly giant's entire body began to tremble.
Even so, the Divine Artisan still had the strength to retort: