Dazzling white light sprayed forth as a huge artillery shell was violently launched. But then an unusual scene occurred—the shadow swept across, enveloping the entire shell within it. In the next instant, the shadow soared into the air, climbing into the sky as the white light was flung out, exploding high above with deafening roars.
In a moment, the entire Black Horn Plaza was thrown into chaos.
After firing once, the soul cannon needed its battery recharged before it could shoot again.
"You're seeking death." The middle-aged man falling from the sky was furious. A layer of pitch-black armor burst forth from his body, and a pair of black wings, akin to those of a bat, unfurled behind him.
"Illusion Demon Martial Spirit." Lan Xuanyu solemnly warned his companions.
