"Alright, stop the attack!"
Following Tang Zhen's order, the Holy Dragon city's cultivators immediately stopped shooting. At the same time, they looked vigilantly at the damaged gigantic brain.
At this moment, the ground on the third floor was covered with white brain matter, mixed with the broken tentacles, and piled up on the flesh and blood floor under his feet.
Tang Zhen slowly walked to the front of the shattered giant brain and discovered that the clone's face at the bottom had its eyes wide open and was bleeding from its mouth and nose. It seemed to be deader than dead.
Tang Zhen's eyes narrowed as he looked at the twisted face that was filled with ferocity and unwillingness. A thought was swiftly spinning in his mind.
The spiritbrain corpse King's methods were astonishing. First, it forcefully descended into the world of towers, then commanded a large number of corpse race to control the surrounding area, and later built the corpse race's Tower.
