When a sudden and powerful force surged into the sky and the phantom of a Primordial Dragon Crocodile appeared, the entire area around Purple Sun City became instantly dyed red by this power of qi and blood.
The originally indifferent Zheng Yaoyang's expression slowly turned solemn, and silken strands of flowing light twinkled on the Soul Bead in his hand.
On the other side, Linghui, who had transformed into the Frost Giant in a black robe, and Silver Moon, the Puppet Fighter that took the form of a silver dragon beast, both exuded a hint of gravitas.
At this moment, the power of qi and blood exhibited by Han Muye had already surpassed both of them.
What was key was that Han Muye was now surrounded by surging weapon-refining flames while his power of qi and blood also boiled over.
Could it be that he intended to challenge the Purple Sun Cauldron and the slumbering Xu Ziyang with both his weapon refinement methods and his physical strength?
