However, Mr. Sun shook his head gently: "Even if Borg uses two artifacts to maintain his true self-consciousness from dispersing, what about the other two? He hasn't used them yet."
The Great Chieftain became increasingly cautious, knowing that the closer he got to victory, the less he could afford to be careless. His usual rough appearance was just a show for the 36 Tribes of the Northern Region. In reality, he was calculating and cautious at every turn.
He temporarily released his hand seal, and his hands controlled the Heavenly Witch Banner. Numerous golden light threads spread out from it, binding Borg's body like layers of silkworm cocoons.
At the same time, the Great Chieftain was also guarding against Borg's other two artifacts, quietly seeking help from the Nine Realms Sky: please overlap with my Mini-world to prevent Borg's final desperate attack.
