"Little nineteen! Hold on!"
"Fellow Daoist! Steady!"
From within the witch God's body came the cries of his split soul and the cauldron soul.
Tang Hao gritted his teeth and steadied his body. He roared and threw another punch. He was a little anxious. He was struggling to block the attack, but the divine armor on the other side did not react at all.
To refine a Supreme artifact like this, one had to obtain the recognition of the artifact Spirit. However, he couldn't summon the artifact Spirit. No matter how much celestial core power and divine sense he poured in, there was no reaction.
"Kid, just give up! That was a divine Phoenix, how could it be so easy to refine! It's not that easy for you to get the recognition of this old man!"
Patriarch black sky let out a shrill cry and launched a series of punches, forcing the Sorcerer God to retreat.
"Go to hell, you stinky brat!"
