With a seal in his hand, Zhang Teng's expression remained solemn.
In terms of precious materials, the nether world's reserve was greater than the true spirit world's. He did not dare to be certain that his magic treasure was stronger than his opponent's.
Looking at the Xuanwu exquisite seal that was slowly rotating in Zhang Teng's hand, Yuan Qian smiled faintly and extended his hand as well. In an instant, a black long staff appeared in his hand.
This black long staff had dragon patterns on it. The dragon patterns were flowing with golden light, as if it would transform into a dragon and fly out at any moment. Other than that, there was also a faint trace of golden light coming out from the body of the staff.
With the long staff in his hand, Yuan Qian suddenly swept out.
Buzz!
